Harry Styles
11:59
One minute. She's one minute early. Her long legs covered in soft black sweatpants as she meets the chair to her seat. She wore those last Tuesday. Her delicate figure wrapped in an oversized green hoodie with black sneakers. She wears those damn sneakers with everything. Her face is naked today, not an ounce of makeup covering her beautiful imperfections. She turns her head to the side whenever Alesia makes some try at a joke.
Why does she hide her smile?
It's been around six months since I first saw her. Ever since then every last single thing has connected to her. She's beautiful. She's absolutely everything I've always wanted. I've watched her through so many stages of her life that it almost feels like we're connected. But a single word has not interrupted the comfortable silence we have seem to build around us. It's almost comical how my pure existence has never crossed your mind yet I now know what shampoo you use. Like I said, comical.
Tuesday's have always been my favorite days, our only class together. I love Tuesday's like I love you.
Soon, you'll correlate a day of the week with me. Soon you'll correlate everything with me.
Because you're everything I've ever wanted.
And I always get what I want.
