The Other Girl (#Wattys2016)

Chapter Six

Hiya there mates!

So, it's been so long I know but heyyy... I'm a busy kid! But since today is Harry's 19th Birthday (yes, my cupcake's turning nineteen I'm crying my eyes out) and I've got high grades and the fact that my Investigatory Project ranked 2nd place, I'm going to update TOG! So yeah, I wont make you guys wait any longer, here it is and hope you guys like it! 

BM ☯

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Two weeks passed since the Grey family moved right next door. I’ve been watching their house being built for two years and I wasn’t expecting that my crush since kindergarten will be one of the children living there. I remember when we were just in the day care center 12 years ago; I was all alone in the park, biting my nails from nervousness and my eyes were puffy from all the crying. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and when I looked up, I met the most wonderful green eyes I have every laid my gaze on.

“Hey, don’t cry. No one’s gonna hurt you here. This is a place for new friends and fun,” a short yet handsome boy looked at me, his lips quivered into a sweet smile. He was offering me a tissue, which I gladly took from his hand, and he gave me the most innocent look that I actually believed everything he said.

But I’m not quite convinced yet. I am already a stubborn girl in my early age. “But I want my mummy. And she’s not here,” I sobbed, looking down once more like the ground is more interesting than the cute boy standing in front of me.

I cried, and he shushed me. I felt him kneel down in front of my swing and held my chin up, so that I am now looking back into his hypnotizing eyes. “Don’t cry. You’re mummy will come back after a few hours. For now, just have fun and make some friends.” I already stopped listening when he said that Mom will not go back for a long time and cried harder, and he tried his best to make me stop. He really is a patient kid even before.

“Please don’t cry. I don’t like it when cute girls cry,” he told me, rubbing my back gently as he pulled me into a friendly hug. Well… he also was a big flirt before.

I sniffed and looked up at him. “You think I’m cute?” I asked him.

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “You’re the cutest girl I’ve even seen here in the day care! And you have freckles on your face, it’s fascinating.”

I blushed. “Th-thanks.”

When he saw me smiled, his face lit up too and he grinned. “See? You’re even cuter when you smile. So you should stop crying now. You already made a friend,” he informed me.

I titled my head to the side with confusion. “Who?”

His grin grew wider. “Me.”

He extended his hand and gave me the cheekiest smile he has ever plastered. “I’m Julius Grey and I’m you’re new friend,” he introduced himself to me.

I took his hand shyly in mine and shook it slightly. “I’m… I’m Isabella Parker. But they call me Saab at home.”