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The dim lights gleam on us as does the moon, the city lights make my skin look dewy I begin to think. The big broadway sign looking down at us making me feel as dewy as a peach.
"So why are we here exactly?" I finally ask Milo. "I thought I said this wasn't a date?" I continue slipping my hands into my pockets as a gush of winds hit them.
"It isn't?" Milo responds in a tone. With that type of tone in his voice I begin to thing the opposite. "Milo look..." I begin to respond
"No don't give me that, look we're here you might as well go along with it what do you have to lose?" He cuts me off.
"Our friendship." I bluntly reply.
It's not that he isn't attractive he is, definitely, but he just isn't Harry and I know Harry running through my head while a whole other guy WANTS me is bad but Harry is just something else.
"And plus I don't even like plays." I add.
He shifts slightly, awkwardly, I could see he was trying to think of what to say if anything at that.
"What is it?" He sighs,
"I'm sorry?" I tilt my head.
"I don't know it's just that you don't want to let anyone in." He says. "If you've been hurt I won't do that to you." He tries to reassure me.
My eyes flicker at his words, was it wrong to think it was pathetic he said that to me?
"I'm-" I clear my throat, i stare more deeply at the posters while now being the one stuck with finding the right words to say, my eyes fixate, on one specific face her red hair, white skin and red cheeks.
One of the main reasons I don't like plays.
Mary Janes jolly poster is staring right through me, maybe it was wrong that I didn't like Milo cause he wasn't Harry but most importantly no one could be Harry.
"Can we walk?" I look up at Milo, I could see his eyes fill with sadness he just hums a simple smile and follows along with me.
"Milo, I'm sorry I'm just not who you think I am." I say while taking a few soft steps forward, he follows beside, "What? Like you're spider-man or something?" He chuckles. "No but that would definitely make things easier for me." I chuckle back.
"Im just different around our friend group, around you, I'm different that's it I'm not who you think I am" I try to find the right words to say, the right words to not break his heart, not break the friendship I treasure.
"But that's why I want to get to know you, the real YOU" he says.
I sigh, the cold air making this situation worse than it already was. I just wanted to get out of this situation.
"My heart it just belong-"
Before the words could leave my mouth, me and Milo shift our heads swiftly to the crowd of people yelling on the street.
"Look out!" Someone yells, before I could react a police car comes swinging towards us, Milo quickly moves out of the way, I see my eyes flash through my eyes as the car keeps inching towards my face.
I let out a simple breathe, stop.
The car just stopped in front of my face, my body didn't even react, I couldn't even process anything, my hands still in my pocket.
My eyes still flashing my memories of my childhood. My heart beating faster and faster, I touch the car with my finger, it slightly shifts, I move back.
I heard footsteps crowding towards me, "Are you okay!" I hear people yell at me. I nod not knowing what else to say. "Look it's spider-man!" A person points towards the very well known man in the suit.
"Go get them spidey!" A random women yells towards him.
"Are you okay, Azalea?" Milo stands in front of me, his curly black hair wrapped around his face making me nauseous. "I think I'm going to throw up." I admit covering my mouth.
Milo grasps onto my arm and wraps it around his neck, "Let's get you to a trash can." He says. I nod, the movement making my head spin, city lights flashing all around me. Here." He leans my head down and grasps my hair with his hand.
Hell of a way to reject a guy, I think as I actually throw up into the trash can, he rubs my back.
Why am I like this? Why is he being so kind and why do I want it to stop?
"It's okay you're doing fine." He continues rubbing my back with one hand and holds my hair with the other.
I roll my eyes, a long exhale leaves my mouth, slowly lifting my eyes from the trash can. I give Milo an awkward smile, causing him to let go off my hair.
"Hell of a way to end an already awful date." He oddly chuckles.
I nod, wiping my mouth with my sleeves, will definitely need to take a deep shower when I get home.
"I'm sorry." I let out, "don't be." He shrugs, "I'll walk you home." He continues, "Wasn't your fault I mean you almost died!" He laughs as we walk.
"No I'm just sorry we can't be anything more than friends." I sigh.
I didn't even notice where we were in the city, looking around we were in a fancy area, a lot of restaurants the expensive kind, I definitely did feel bad that Milo probably spent a lot of money on those broadway tickets but still no way in hell was I gonna watch a play with Mary mf Jane, funny I almost died and I'm still here thinking about.
I look back to Milo not realizing he was talking while I spaced out and was thinking.
"You never stated a reason all of that happened before you could." The last words slipped his mouth while I finally started paying attention.
I close my eyes and keep walking as he follows behind, maybe it would been better if I did die? Then I wouldn't be having this conversation? What the fuck would I even say? Oh well I'm in love with a guy who doesn't care about me?
"Azalea watch out-!" Milo tries to pull me, my eyes open as I feel myself bump into something.
"Oh fuck im so sor-" I look up.
"Azalea?" His brown eyes looked down at me, his matching brown hair now slicked back not like how he use to wear it when I knew him.
"Harry." My heart stops.
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HIIIIII!! Yep IK it's been a fat minute jus wanna say I found my love of writing again cause of Hozier (chapter title is one of his songs) so if anything thank HIM
ANY E WAYS made this chapter extra long but still call me evil cause I did leave it at a cliff hanger but I will only make you guys wait a few days 🤭
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