Paper cuts

They're Designer

It's been over an hour. A pointless hour that I throw away every day on tumblr.

David and that Harry kid still haven't come down yet.

I started to get a bit nosy on what they were doing. I usually never do.

What has gotten into me?

I set my laptop aside on the couch, and got up curiously.

I walked along the white carpet until my feet hit the cold, tile hallway.

Are those his shoes?

I picked up the massive, suede shoe off of the ground and just admired it. The size of the shoe. It had to be a size 11, maybe.

I was so immersed in his shoe, that I didn't notice the tall figure wearing a black sweatshirt that read 'teenage runaway' across the front, was watching me from the top step.

I went into a paralyzed state. This is very awkward.

I just stood there, holding the unfamiliar boy's shoe.

He laughed a deep, slow laugh as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs.

"They're designer."

He said, looking down at me while I cradled the shoe. What am I doing.

I nervously blinked and put the shoe on the ground in front of him, not making eye contact, I walked back into the living room and grabbed my laptop. I walked past Harry again as I shamefully made my way up the stairs.

"See you soon."

I heard come from behind me, as I didn't even bother to look back.

That was so awkward

I'm blushing

Why am I blushing

He just wanted his shoe

Why the hell was I snuggling his shoe

He thinks I'm crazy now

He's pretty cute

Charlie stop you don't have a chance

He smelt good

Shut up Charlie you didn't smell him

His shoe was soft

His hair looked soft too

I mentally argued with myself, as I jumped into my bed and buried my head into my pillow, laughing hysterically over how awkward I am, and how strange that little meet-up was.

'It's designer.'

I kept hearing his low accent ringing non stop inside of my head. It's that kind of voice that will be drilled into your head, even if you've only heard it once.

The way his curls fell effortlessly over his forehead, and his eyes. Do not get me started on his forest green iris'. His pink, plump lips that looked so soft and delicate. The dimples that appeared in the corner of his mouth when he told me they were designer shoes, they looked like the Grand Canyon for crying out loud. The way his low accent sent tingles through your body, and it vibrated the whole room.

I don't like this boy.

He's just an attractive creature from another country. Right?

I picked my head up off of my pillow, and glanced through my curtain.

I watched his long legs covered in a black jean fabric, stride across the road to a black range rover. His massively big hands gripping the handle and sliding into his car.

Nope I like him. I like a boy who I haven't even talked to. I like a boy who I haven't even held a conversation with yet.

*sorry that was super short! I just wanted to put something in. The next chapter should be up at the end of this week, maybe?*