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I know I take time to update even though I have a few chapters that are already ready, but I'm just hoping for more feedback from whoever is reading.
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Today I decided to dance, so I don't get bored by just running all the time, and I love changing so why not? I was ready already; and I hope no one comes today.
I love dancing especially on "salute" and I even learned their dance moves and my brother said I was good even my sister did, I remember I was so surprised because it showed me that I really was good, so why not?
I was just jumping and turning around when I saw Harry watching me. Oh god no! Not this again.
"You scared me." I said putting my hand on my heart, removing my earphones. I literally had a heart attack.
"I'm sorry, I was running and I saw you, you're actually really good!"
"You always see me at my best. " I said, *note the sarcasm*.
He laughed, and holy shit his laugh was the best thing I have ever heard in my entire life, I always seem to catch myself starring at him, he's literally the definition of perfection, I wonder why he's still talking to me.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I immediately stopped looking at him like an idiot, and my sneakers seemed really interesting at the moment. This is embarrassing.
"I was just joking." I looked at him and immediately took a step back because of how close he is to me right now. I laughed shrugging it off like nothing happened.
"Yeah ..."
"Want to continue dancing or ...?"
"I'll think I'll run for half an hour or so ..."
"Together?" I nodded.
Why not? I can have some company, specially a hot guy like Harry, I obviously don't mind that.
We started running, and I tried acting all athletic and shit, but he's so damn fast.
"Take it slow..."
"Sorry, not used to run with anyone, let's walk and get to know each other yeah?"
I nodded. Not sure what to say or ask. He always seemed so interested in me and my life and it feels weird to me. Nobody ever made me feel interesting.
"I'll start, why is it the first time I see you here?" He asked me enthusiastically.
"We lived in France for 6 years, and we came back this year because of my dad's work so yeah ... I don't really know what to ask you, so just tell me about yourself."
"Fair enough, well you already know what I do in life; I have a sister named Gemma, we're now taking a rest from our tour for like 5 months and I'm now living with my mother not too far from your house actually, I make a lot of knock knock jokes and I am single. Your turn." he ended his speech with a wink at the end which caused me to laugh.
"Well, I'm Hannah, I live with my family, good at baking and I obviously love dancing, and I'm finally going to be attending college to study psychology." I told him, he was the only guy who looked interested in my life and for once I felt happy.
"Nice, but ... I'll never know if you're good at baking if I never tasted something you made." He said shrugging his shoulders, like it's the most obvious thing in the world; I smiled, having a good idea.
"Why don't you come today? You know we can make cupcakes or something, of course if you want to..." I looked down feeling embarrassed because of how thrilled I seemed to be while speaking.
"I would love to... I'll be at your house by 6 pm sharp, is that good?" I nodded, feeling excited about the whole thing.
"See you... " I waved goodbye, and went to my house, well maybe my life is going to be better. Fingers crossed.
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