Memories {lirry} (boyxboy)✔

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I felt like crying.

It was Saturday.

The last time we saw each other was at his party.

Where we kissed.

Every day I went to the park after my classes.

He wasn't there.

It broke my heart.

I couldn't help but think that I had messed up everything.

So when I saw him on the bench, my heart nearly stopped.

Smoke around him.

My hands started to sweat.

Wondering if I should talk to him on not.

Today, I thank god that I went and talked him.

I remember walking towards the bench.

Bag and papers from school still in my hand.

I coughed once I reached him.

I sat next to him.

We just sat there in silence.

Untill he spoke.

"How are you?"

I told him I was okay.

I lied.

I asked where he had been.

He told me had been busy with work.

I relaxed.

I asked where he worked.

He said in a tattoo shop, with Louis.

I nodded.

I couldn't hold it inside anymore.

"Liam, are we going to ignore the kiss?"

"No"

That made me smile.

He told me the kiss wasn't something to forget.

It wasn't a mistake.

He wasn't smoking anymore.

I noticed.

I remember how he told me he wasn't one to be in a relationship.

But he wanted to get to know me.

At the moment, it was enough for me.

We stayed there.

Talking.

My bag still pressed against my legs.

Papers in my hand.

He told me about his family.

I told him about mine.

He told me had two sisters.

I told him I had one.

His parents were married.

Mine got divorced and remarried.

We talked about our dreams.

He wanted to be a photographer.

I wanted to be a singer.

His parents lived in Wolverhampton.

Mine lived in Holmes Chapel.

We both lived in London.

It got late.

Before we both went separate ways he asked me something that made my heart beat hundred times faster.

"Want to go out with me tomorrow?"

It had taken me a while to process what he had asked.

I, of course, accepted.

It would've been stupid of me if I had denied it.

He told me he would text me.

I nodded.

He walked away.

I watched.

Excited for the following day.

Knowing that we would meet again.