𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜?

Harry thinks that Y/N is awfully cute.

He'd always thought so, actually.

She was a jittery, clumsy little thing who always wore flowers in her hair, she could be a little awkward, awfully apologetic but had these big eyes and soft doe-like features and would fidget in the cutest way when someone spoke to her.

They'd only spoken twice and both times were as a result of her clumsiness - the first time she'd been walking down the corridor with her nose in a book and not looking where she was going, with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand.

Harry tried to go around her but Y/N tripped over her own feet and her arm shot out into him to save herself, her book crashing to the floor and her hot drink spilling over both of their shoes.

Y/N had gasped, started stuttering out apologies and pulling napkins out of her bag to wipe at his shoes, Harry had just laughed it off and asked if she was okay, sure he was a little pissed but Y/N was just so cute and being angry with her didn't seem like an option.

The next time he'd seen her was about a week later, she was sat underneath a tree on the lawn and was plucking daisies, tying them together to make daisy chains.

He decided to go talk to her, just to say hi - when he did Y/N looked up at him with a smile, "Hi," She had said, "Hey, what are you up to?" Harry asked her, "I'm making daisy chains, I'm supposed to be doing my chem work but it's too nice out and this is much more fun," She told him, giving him a smile.

Harry agreed with her, asked her how she was, Y/N said she was good and Harry nodded, saying he'd see her around and then walked off cursing himself for being such an idiot.

So when their professor is announcing groups for a paired project he's excited that his and Y/N's names get called together.

They were in literature class together, currently studying Shakespeare and Harry spent most of the class lost, so hopefully Y/N had a better idea of what was going on.

He waited at the door for her after class, giving her a smile when she arrives next to him.

"Looks like we're partners for this one," He smiles and Y/N nods, "Mhm, would you uhm, like to meet up to start later?" She asks, "Sure, but it'll have to be your place, my roommate has an issue with bringing people home with him and not caring about who he's pissing off," Harry tells her.

"That's okay. I-do you need my address?" She asks, "Please, we'll put each others numbers in," Harry smiles, handing her his phone, Y/N looks at it a little bit confused first but hands him hers.

She had a flip phone.

A small, old-fashioned flip phone that was akin to something his grandad would have and it was the phone Y/N used.

Harry had no idea how to work this thing.

"This is your phone?" He asks, "This is your phone?" Y/N replies the same way, "Yes! It's an iphone! You've got this prehistoric thing," He tells her, waving her phone in his hand.

It was cute, a pink flip phone with some stickers decorating it, sure. But why did a twenty year old in college have it? What was she supposed to do with it? Does she not google things? Or watch youtube? Or listen to music?

"Sorry, I-I thought that was a normal phone? I've uhm, had it for years. I've never had to get anyone's number before." She says, toeing at the ground and Harry was confused.

Now that he thinks about it, he'd never seen Y/N with anyone really, she was always alone.

He saw her in class or out on the quad and that was about it.