Imagine everyday you walk into this one coffee shop before your morning lecture and the same lanky boy with curly brown hair and vibrant emerald eyes takes your order. Everday you two bicker over whether coffee or tea is better, and everday he tells you that you aren't a true englishwoman if you prefer coffee over tea. Everyday as you walk to the shop from your flat you subconciously look forward to seeing him. This skinny boy with better hair than you has become your best friend.
And then, all of a sudden, you're due to go on holiday to America and you realise that you will miss this boy, the boy who's name you never learned. You have one last coffee run before you leave for Heathrow, and instead of hearing the pale boy ask if you're having your usual order, you hear him say,
"Harry."
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