When your soul finds the soul it was waiting for
When someone walks into your heart through an open door
When your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold
Don't let go
"Ahh thank you!" I said, relieved and out of breath. I really didn't feel like asking the grumpy grandpa at the cash desk to get me the signed Harry Styles vinyl from the top of the shelf. The seller was certainly not much taller than me, so he wouldn't have been of much help. I looked at the guy who is standing too close to me right now. He is probably 1.75m or maybe taller than me. I've never been good at estimating. I couldn't even estimate how much 12km is, however, he's standing too close next to me. So close that I could smell his perfume, he smelled fresh and clean. Maybe it wasn't a perfume. Maybe it was his aftershave. Basically, I hate it when someone is too close to me, especially men. But this time I don't even care and it's worth it, after all, he was holding the holy thing in his hands. Oh my god, I did it, I'm about to have a signed Harry Styles album in my hands soon.
Why was he suddenly smiling so strangely? It wasn't exactly weird. He smiled smugly at the album, as if he was proud to finally hold it in his hands. His smile looked cute tho.
However, I finally want the album. He was holding the album a little too long for my taste. He turned the vinyl back and forth and examined the piece from the front and back. I was getting impatient. Dude, please give it me now.
After what felt like 10 hours, I finally brought myself to open my mouth and tapped him on the shoulder. "Ehm, hi ...thanks for bringing it down." The tone was too lovely for my taste. Every time I try not to sound annoyed, my voice becomes squeaky and lovely. I should change that habit, because lovely didn't suit me.
"What?" he asked, puzzled. Interesting voice. It was deep and a bit smoky at the same time, but also melodic. He could easily get through as an opera singer. "Thanks for bringing it down. Can I have the vinyl now? I don't have much time because I have an appointment. I really don't want to be late." Now my voice was no longer squeaky. I sounded normal. If you listen carefully, you could hear impatience and annoyance in my voice. But I didn't care. He was wasting my precious time here in London.
"Give you this?" he asked and looked at me and at the vinyl questioningly. "I saw it first. Maybe there is a second one here." Is he kidding me? He must be kidding me.
"Umm, there isn't a second one. It's the only copy in this store. I saw the album first for sure. When I stood here 9 minutes ago in front of the shelf, there was no 1.75m tall men standing next to me." Now I'm pissed off. As a matter of principle, I don't talk to strangers, especially not men. I wouldn't classify myself as super shy right away, I just don't feel like having a unnecessary conversation most of the time. It also scares me in some way to deal with them.
"In fact, I'm 178.8 cm tall. You miscalculated by 3.8cm cm. I won't give you the album. I flew in here extra to get this album. I don't give it up voluntarily." Now he sounds a little irritated and what is called voluntary here? Should I take him out to dinner now so that he can give me the album? I can'tbelieve it. This album already costs me a fortune. I'm not going to spend any extra money on it.
"Haha, you're funny. All jokes aside. I saw the album first. You don't even look like a Harry Styles fan. Why don't you just give me the good piece and that's it?". Ok, according to his clothes, he looks like a fan. Black flat cap that Harry wears very often. It looks good on him, not so much on Harry. Brown vintage jacket. Red loose pants. Of course, Gucci shoes. I've never been a fan of these shoes. Harry would wear all of that too. Still, that doesn't mean he's a fan. I love the Jonas Brothers too. Would I wear what they wear? No.
"How do you know I'm not a fan? I know all of his works. I've even known him since he sang 'What makes you beautiful'.", he slowly explained it to me and made that famous promise finger sign, which looked just ridiculous at the moment.
"I don't care whether you're a fan of him or not. The fact is, I saw the album first and now I want to have it, pay it and go." I just said it directly with a shaky voice. I sounded mean I know but that's just how I was: direct. Why talk about the bush? "I also have him as a tattoo ... in fact, I have several tattoos of him. You can't tell me that you are a bigger fan than me. Because that's just bullshit.", I add and proudly show him my right arm, where my Harry Styles heart tattoo is. I didn't show the others. I would have to took off my shirt for that.
"That's cute." came from him with a big grin. My blood is boiling 187 degrees now. "Scissors stone paper. Three rounds. Whoever wins in the end keeps the album. What do you think of that?" he asked, still grinning. I wanted to wipe his grin off his face with a sponge. Damn it. I'm always unlucky in those games. 50:50 chance.
"Ok." comes out of my mouth. I take a step back and hold my fist in place. Damn he has big hands. Pretty big hands. They looked perfect. Long beautiful fingers and even beautiful fingernails. Was he a hand model? He could do a lot with these beautiful, perfect hands. Very much indecent. Chill, I quickly admonished myself. This is about something important and not about his hands. In contrast, my hands looked really mini. We both say "Scissors, rock, paper" at the same time. Shit. Why the hell did i chose stone? He took paper.
"Scissors stone paper". Fuck. Now he has scissors and I have paper.
"We don't need a third round. I've won twice already. If you win the third round now, then it is 2: 1 for m ..". "Wait a minute. You said three wins. The winner is the one who won three times." I simply lie. I want that vinyl. It's so frustrating that I'm about to cry. I feel like crying every time I'm aggressive or frustrated.
"No, I haven't. I said clearly, three rounds." he counters calmly and slowly.
"Ok, forget it." I gave up, turned around and walked towards the exit. If I continue to discuss this with him, 1 liter of water will probably roll out of my eyes.
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authors note: this is exaclty the outfit of him i have in my mind. tae in london was iconic.
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