champagne problems: short story [h.s.]

02 - you're speechless

"you had a speech
you're speechless"

August 2014

"Tell me why we're here again?" Wisteria asks as her best friend yanks on her hand, pulling her through the threshold of the house and into the living room, where there are a bunching of people, mingling and drinking out of red solo cups.

"I told you it's to meet people, make new friends," her best friend responds as she searches through the house, standing on her tippy toes to look over heads of people.

"I don't think I need a new student mixer to meet people," she argues back. "And why would I want to make new friends, when I already have you."

Hayden drops down from her toes and looks over to Wisteria, fake pouting her bottom lip out. "Aww, you really mean that Wis?"

Wisteria nods.

"Then that's why we-" Hayden motions between the both of them with her finger. "Need more friends," she says before pulling Wisteria through the busy living room and towards the kitchen. "Come on."

"I hate you," she mutters, her shoulder bumping into someone on the way through everyone. "Sorry," she apologizes quickly, only glancing back to see a boy with chocolate locks, curling behind his ears, and emerald green eyes that she no doubt could get lost in forever if she wasn't being pulled by her impatient best friend.

The boy opens his mouth to say something, anything back, but she gone before he can get a single syllable out.

"Hey, do you think..." Niall shows up next to him, handing him his own red solo cup which Harry takes without even looking. His eyes following the girl who just bumped into him while she heads into the kitchen, before she came back out into the living room with a cup in her hand. And her and her friend took stand by the wall.

When he saw her, across the crowded room, through the mess of bodies blocking his line of sight, and he caught visual of her wide smile; butterflies swarmed his stomach, and the hairs on his arm raised from the way sparks flew through his brain. He was immediately captured by her.

The way her lavender long sleeve crop top cups and accentuates her chest, and the way her white, corduroy skirt hugs the beautiful dips and curves of her hips and thighs.

The ease in which she stood by the wall, talking to her friend, smiling every so often and throwing her head back in a laugh. Her blonde hair pulled back neatly into a low bun with a few loose strands falling in front of her face. Her eyes, a stormy blue, having pools of the ocean in them.

She is otherworldly.

Harry knew at this moment, he needed to know her name or else he would spend the rest of his life wondering and hating himself for never getting her name.

"Harry?" Niall waves a hand in front his face, but nothing was going to stop Harry from looking at her. No doubt in his mind that he looked like a downright creep just staring at her from afar, but he was no nervous to go and talk to her. But he needed to find out her name.

"Harry, what are you looking- oh." Niall finally understood what had Harry enraptured. He nudges his best friend with his elbow. "Go and talk to her."

Harry's head whips towards him. "What? I can't. I don't even know what to say to her."

"Just do it," Niall shoves Harry's shoulder, pushing his in the right direction towards her. Harry taking slow steps, going over what he would first say to her. Making up an entire speech to grab her attention. Even if he manages to get one second her time, that would be enough for him.