Serendipity | h.s

three

"My soul just wants to be closer to yours"

- Unknown

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Harry.

Life is unexpected, confusing, indecipherable.

It's like swimming in the sea for the first time. You go in with fear, not knowing what to expect when taking a few steps in the water while you experience the new sensations. Then your feet don't touch the ground and everything is uncertain, confusing, terrifying. When you least expect it, a wave hits you and all you try to do is swim to shore to survive, everything changes.

All I feel now is nostalgia, which is not bad. Feeling nostalgic means that there were good times in your life, times when you were so happy that thinking about it makes you miss the place, the people, or who you were at those times. Sometimes I close my eyes and think about the last years of my life, moments in which I was really happy. Finally happy.

I entered the sea without knowing how to swim, I had already given up, I let the waves beat me and the tide carried me. I didn't expect anything from life.

Nothing. Until I saw her.

I hadn't felt like this in a long time. So alive.

Is it possible to feel nostalgic for something that hasn't happened yet?

Because I haven't been able to stop imagining her, thinking about her, remembering her. Everything about her is a living memory in my head. She hasn't left my thoughts and thinking about her laugh, her eyes, her sweetness, makes me nostalgic.

What she makes me feel is intense, so intense that it scares me. It's like I want to be by her side all the time even just to see her. I want to know everything about her, I want to be part of her life.

But I don't know if she thinks about me the same way I think about her.

Niall and I agreed to meet tonight, so I told him that I'd meet him at work. Here I am, outside my friend's office building, waiting for him with my phone in hand.

I've been looking at her name on the screen, not knowing what to do. She hasn't left my mind and I want to do something about it. I really want to call her, or text her, something that feeds my addiction for her.

But what could I say? It would be weird, considering the fact that we only talked to each other a couple of times.

"Hey!" I heard Niall's voice, approaching me. I lock my phone screen quickly, looking up at my friend, who wears an elegant brown suit while holding his briefcase in one of his hands.

"Hey man" I caught him in a quick hug when he was in front of me before walking towards his car.

"Did I interrupt you?" He asks me when we are inside his car.

"Huh?" I say, confused.

Niall giggles briefly as he turns the key to start the car "You seemed really focused on your phone, are you talking to someone?

I turn my gaze to the window by my side, to avoid looking at him. "No," I simply replied.

There's no movement and I don't hear a noise coming from the man in the driver seat, so I turn around again to look at him. He's got his arms crossed over his chest, while he lays comfortably on the seat.

"Why so nervous all of the sudden?"

God, please no.

He always does that when he wants to prove his point, get the truth in a manipulative way.