Bits of My Ideas

Little Things

The title obviously belongs to the one and only One Direction.

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He's as observant as a brick wall, he's well aware.

So when he started noticing things about his best friend, he didn't notice that he started noticing, being double unobservant.

And when he had come to the conclusion that he was just remembering the most random stuff, he tried to shove them into a corner of his brain.

But instead, those little things happened to take over his mind.

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He likes to stir his spoon however his fingers lead. But when he sees that she always stirs her spoon clockwise during their coffee breaks, he subconsciously picks up that habit. He even let the spoon make the double cling sound after stirring too.

He used to have his coffee with one spoonful of sugar, no creamer, lukewarm. But his sweet-toothed friend has her coffee with a spoon of creamer and three spoons of sugar, and she once forced him to take a sip of her too hot too sweet coffee which burnt his tongue. After a lot of convincing and her disgusted face at his bitter lukewarm coffee, he adds a spoon of creamer and another spoon of sugar to his coffee and doesn't wait for it to cool down anymore.

He likes to have his backpack full-strapped on both his shoulders. But she's so careless that she never does it. She just slings it on her left shoulder, stands up, and starts walking. She makes him loosen up by pulling his backpack down whenever she's behind his back, and he just lets her be.

He doesn't care about the bookmark being upside down, or the pages covering it. But when he looks at the books his best friend is currently reading, he sees a small part sticking out from the top left corner, always in the correct, upright way. After that, his bookmarks became the same.

He's not an orderly person, but he's too cowardly to skip steps on stairs. But she just skips a step or two so often and so casually that he began to follow her footsteps, not wanting to fall behind.

She always carries a book with her wherever she goes, whether she has time to read or not. But she never has a spare book in case she finishes the one she's reading. So it became his duty to have a book to give her when she finishes one.

He drums his fingers on the table when he's restless, but he soon discovers some more things to replace that nervous habit. The way she plays with the lid of the pen starts to stick with him. The way she chews the tip of the pen, the way she spins the pen around, the way she scratches the right side of her nose with the tip of her chewed pen, they all became his habits too.

He began to cross his right ankle over his left while sitting on a chair. He began to prop his face on his right palm whenever he has a support. He began to rub his nose after pushing his glasses up.

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There are still the things he notices which he doubts would seep into his personality. Nevertheless, there are some habits that are not so little to his eyes too.

She laughs big and whole, without holding in, without holding back. She lets them out like a roaring melody, cutting through the air like a press of a key and flowing like the notes are woven into it. She puts her right hand over her chest while laughing, throws back her head, and her shoulders shake along with the laugh. She often fails at smirking because she ends up laughing out loud instead.

She quirks the left side of her lips first when she starts to smile. Her smiles are dorky and toothy, reminding him of her childhood photos which are filled with her closed eyes and wide grins. She doesn't have dimples like some heroines in fiction. Instead, she smiles until the crinkles at the corner of her eyes can't be more pronounced and the apples of her cheeks can't be more puffed.