You were sitting on a stool, watching as Harry played absentmindedly on his guitar.
"So," you started, "Now that we're all alone..."
Harry looked up, eyes questioning, wondering where you were going with this.
"Tell me how we happened...please."
He groaned. "I really don't think it's that important. It's really not something you NEED to remember.", he stated, blushing.
That just made you more curious. "Harry, listen, this could be the one memory that could trigger the rest and you really don't wanna share it? That's very selfish, you know.", you tried guilt-tripping him.
He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Fine, but don't judge, ok?"
You nodded enthusiastically, gripping the edge of your stool, anxious to hear the full story.
"Alright. So I was pretty much in love with you from the moment I saw you. You were standing in that door frame over there, looking like a lost puppy...", his eyes drifted away, not just to a different place in the room, but to an entirely different time. "You looked gorgeous and I remember thinking I was dreaming, because girls like you didn't exist in real life. But then our manager introduced you and you shook everyone's hand, so polite and sweet, and I could just stare. That was the moment I totally ruined the first impression. I saw it in your eyes. You thought I was a total weirdo and you were absolutely disappointed." You giggled, while Harry went on. "So a few days later I tried to make up for it and visited you in the office, but it pretty much all went downhill from there."
FLASHBACK
You were sitting at your desk, working on a press release and desperately wishing for it to be lunch time already, when Harry walked into the office. You looked up and bit your lip. He looked gorgeous, his long hair pushed back, his long legs stuck in dark blue skinny jeans and his chest barely covered by a half-buttoned flannel.
When his eyes found you and a huge grin appeared on his face, you remembered that first meeting though and cringed, wishing to disappear. You didn't want him to further ruin the perfect picture you had had in your head for so long. You were actually perfectly fine with never talking to him again. But apparently he didn't feel the same way. He strode through the room and stopped in front of your desk, eyes sparking.
"Hey there.", he cheered.
You gave him a polite smile. "Hi. Can I help you?"
"Absolutely! I wanted to apologize for my behaviour the last time we met. I wasn't really myself. Hadn't slept much, you know."
You nodded slowly, not sure if you believed him. But a spark of hope flared up in your chest none the less.
"I'm really sorry. Usually I don't stare at women, no matter how hot they are."
You looked at your desk, blushing profoundly.
Harry, misinterpreting your reaction, tried paddling back... and made everything worse in the process. "I mean, not that you're hot, well, of course you are, but in like a beautiful way, not in a sexual way... although that too I guess, I mean..." You stared at him in shock. What the HELL was he talking about? "WOULD LIKE TO HAVE LUNCH WITH ME?", he yelled, completely flustered and no idea what else to do. The entire office turned to stare at the two of you.
You shook your, now bright red, head and told him in a small voice: "Um, no, sorry, I kind of have plans already." That wasn't true, but the guy was starting to scare you.
"Oh.", he made, nodding, shoulders slumping, "Ok, then, maybe some other time. I'll see you around (Y/N)."
You nodded, desperately hoping that you wouldn't, and watched him walk out. What a weirdo!
