I pulled my long blonde hair into a high bun, getting it out of the way before re-reading an excerpt from a piece I had written for an essay. At the time, I had thought Law school would be an excellent way of making money and showing how much I can put up a fight.
I guess I was wrong. My tolerance for sitting at a computer desk for five hours a day was beginning to get low and I really just wanted to quit, which both my parents both encouraged but I wasn't going to give up that easy. I needed a good enough reason.
I groaned at the lack of space and pushed myself away from the desk, sprawling myself onto the bed which was set in the middle of the room, due to the fact that I hate corners.
Really, I just needed to go for a walk. I pulled on my puffer jacket and some skinny jeans along with a scarf and my combat boots, preparing for the horrible London weather. I pulled my hood up and exited the small apartment I managed to share with my tabby cat, Olive.
After a short trip to the coffee shop, I walked through the icy streets, I had almost had enough when a sudden impact knocked my shoulder, sending me tumbling to the floor. I groaned and took my phone out of my back pocket. The screen was cracked.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" A husky english accent said. I stood up and sighed, shrugging.
"Don't worry about it." I finally decided before slipping my phone back into my pocket and turning around to walk in the opposite direction. A hand grabbed my wrist.
"Let me get that fixed for you." He smiled, his teeth were perfectly in line and sparkled a pearly white.
"It's fine, I've got insurance." I shrugged. He laughed.
"Well, at least let me buy you another coffee." He looked down at the cup which had the hot liquid all over the icy ground. I picked up the cup.
"Please?" He asked.
"How do I know you aren't gonna try something, curls?" I asked, giving him a nickaname by the way his hair fell over his forehead.
"Hi. I'm Harry. I promise I won't pull anything, it's an unconditional treat to say that I'm deeply sorry for cracking the screen of your iPhone." He held out his hand.
"Hi. I'm Gracie and I don't mind another coffee." I smiled and shook his hand. He chuckled and led me to the little starbucks, ordering a plain black coffee for me. Just how I liked it.
"So, Gracie. How old are you?" Harry asked as he sat down with two cups in his hand, one was placed in front of me and the other he began to sip from.
"Well. I'm twelve but everyone says I look fourteen." I shrugged. Harry gawked at me.
"I'm just kidding. I'm twenty, how about you?" I laughed, Harry smiled cheekily.
"Twenty-two." He replied with a shy smile. I smiled.
"Well, I have an essay to write and a phone to get fixed. I'll catch you later, curls." I smiled, standing up and drinking the rest of the coffee in my hand.
"Thanks for the coffee." I smiled. He smiled back.
"Well, at least give me your number so when your phone is fixed, you'll have a new friend to text." Harry smiled widely, showing off his perly white teeth. I laughed and gave him my number before exiting the coffee shop.
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"So he ran into you, broke your phone, bought you coffee and wanted your number all in the period of a half hour?" Katalia asked, staring at me.
"Sounds about right." I shrugged.
"Grace. He seems like a bloody pedofile what if he tries to tash on with you, that would be horrible, like rape." Hayley mumbled. I stared at her.
"That's a stereotype. You don't know that." I took a sip from my ice tea and set it back on my coffee table.
"Well, Gracie. I think that you and Harry would be the cutest couple ever and I bet he would be amazing in bed." Hannah smiled and winked. I felt my cheeks go a bright red.
"So when are you meant to be seeing him again?" Katalia asked.
"Tonight." I smiled. All the girls ooh'd. I laughed.
"But I've got that stupid assignment due tonight," I groaned. The girls all laughed.
"Well. We've got to go anyways. Just get that Essay done." Hannah stood up. I shrugged and gave the girls all the girls a big hug then sent them on my way. It was nerve wracking to figure out that in just a few hours, I would be with Harry.
I mean, there are some freaky people in London, they act nice, seduce you then get down to the dirty parts, I wasn't interested in sex, in fact, I was still pure.
I'd always hoped to lose it when I was in a comitted relationship- I've been in a few of those but they all ended up down the toilet.
After what seemed like days of writing, I finally decided to get changed into a pair of blue skinny jeans and a leather coat with a sheep skin lining. I slipped on my black vans and let my blonde hair fall in a pony tail.
Before I knew it, there was a knock on the door and the curls stood in front of me. I smiled.
"Hi." He smiled. I replied with the same Hi before Olive decided to loop herself through my legs.
"Cute cat." He smiled, bending down and patty Olive who purred and enjoyed the grooming.
"So what's happening tonight, Curls?" I asked, picking up Olive. Harry returned to his upright posture.
"Well, I was thinking of a lovely takeaway dinner, at my house whilst we snuggle and watch movies." Harry smiled. I smiled.
"Sounds romantic. Shall we go then?" I asked, putting Olive back on the floor and letting her roam.
"We shall." He laughed before I locked up the house and we headed for Harry's apartment.
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"So, this is it." Harry shrugged. I smiled.
We had both settled down on the floor of his living room, the T.V was playing Lion King, my favorite movie while Harry and I continued to conversate and eat food.
"You know, you're the only girl who isn't actually afraid to eat in front of me," He started. "I love it." He laughed. I returned the laugh.
The fact that I had only met this boy three days ago and we were talking like a married couple was a bit weird. I hadn't taken in the fact that we were tangled up in each other, laughing.
I didn't even notice the quick kisses he'd keep stealing. I'd seen them do it like this on T.V, I guess we were doing it right then...
