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I could feel my body growing tired as I walked down the almost white streets, I had never seen snow before, I guess it was just something I would have to get use too.
As I got closer to the bakery I saw a ginger headed man asleep on a park bench, peices of paper were flapping in the cold gust and only a thin blanket covered him. I had never seen a homeless man before, a peice of paper flew out from underneath him and hit my leg. Out of curiosity I read what was on the paper, shaky words were written all over the paper in random places, I couldn’t quite pick up what it meant, so I held onto it and kept walking to look at it later, I told myself I’d bring it back to him.
When I finally got to the bakery, a blonde hair girl who wore too much make up and looked about the same age as me stood at the counter, a bell went off as I opened the door. The girl greeted me as if I was one of her bestfriends and started rambling on about a new episode of a tv show, then when I spoke she stopped realising that I wasn’t from England, she asked what I wanted and I read out my father’s list.
“Your Drew’s daughter right?” She said just before I was going to leave, I simply just nodded, and she smiled back, but then the bell of the shop went off, and I noticed she was actually smiling at the boy who just walked in, a head of curls poking out of his beanie.
“Hi” he said, his voice very monotone, I couldn’t help but notice the way she looked at him but he didn’t return the desire she had.
“Hi Harry” She said batting her eyelids, I guess this was my queue to leave, right?
I put my head down and started walking for the door when I was stopped by the boy, “You’re the airport girl right? The one Zayn was talking to!” I could feel my eyes widen.
“No, I think you got the wrong person” Honestly, that Zayn guy creeped me out a little.
“It was you! You’re the Australian girl!” He said it in a teasing tone
“Look I have to go, I want to get to starbucks before it closes” I said to him, showing no sign that I wanted to be around him.
“I was just about to go there, would you mind waiting for me?” He asked, I could see the girl at the counter was now getting pissed off with the fact that he was showing more intrest in me then her.
“No” I said whilst glaring at him, he was nothing special really.
I trailed down the street in search of the starbucks, only to find myself getting lost so I pulled out the little map that my father had left me, turns out I was only a block away. The starbucks shop was small and cozy, just as I imagined it to be. I could see myself spending a lot of my time here. As I walked in, I got a gust of warm air and saw that Harry kid had beat me here.
“I was going to wait for you so we could order together but you must’ve of got lost” He smiled at me,
“Don’t you have better things to do?” I asked before ordering.
“Nope”
“Well I don’t like you” I told him
“I know”
I walked back out of the shop, holding the stuff from the bakery and starbucks in one hand and the peice of paper from the ginger in the other, I started wondering over it, the sentances seemed to flow well together as if it almost was a poem or song of some sort.
“What are you reading?” The curly headed boy said
“Nothing” I said shoving it into my pocket again, not realising that he was walking behind me.
“Do you want a lift home, it’s cold outside” He asked with a genuine smile.
“No” I said just as my teeth started to chatter.
It feel slient between us as we continued to walk, I wondered where his car was parked and why he wouldn’t leave me alone. We came closer too the ginger headed man, who was now awake and siting up on the chair mumbling something to himself.
“Excuse me” I asked, the man looked up at me with wide eyes “I found this earlier on and just thought it might be yours” I lied, I knew it was his and I didn’t find it.
“There it is! Oh thank you so much!” He got up and shook my hand, meanwhile I could feel Harry’s gaze on me.
“Who was that?” Harry asked
“I dont know”
“Then why did you give him that peice of paper” His tone of voice so serious
“Because it was his”
“Oh, well I’m Harry by the way” He smiled
“I know” I said, not evening glancing at him
“Well my car is parked all the way back at starbucks and I just wanted to know your name”
“Bridget” I said, giving him the same fake name I gave his friend.
“Zayn was rambling about how nice you are, and I got a different opinion about you, so maybe that could be settled over a dinner with us all”
“No thanks, I’d rather sleep” He let out a big sigh
“So where’s your house?” He asked
“I don’t know” I said and smiled
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