I ran down the stairs, excitement bubbling up inside of me. Who could possibly be here for me? It can't be Louis... Yet. It can't be Audrey, she's at cheer today. Niall has soccer... I don't know.
Frustrated that I couldn't figure it out, my feet padded on the floor at a quicker pace until I reached the open front door with my head down seeing a white pair of large low top Converse. My eyes trailed up to the persons legs where black skinny jeans were placed over them. The person's legs were long, assuring me that the person was tall. I confirmed that he was a boy when my eyes reached his chest and arms. He had muscular arms and a plain grey tee shirt.
My anticipation took over when my eyes lastly reached his face. Deep big green eyes with crinkles at the corner from smiling met my own. Dimples were prominent. A mop of curls sat upon his head.
"Hello." He said rocking on the balls of his feet, his hands folded in front of him.
I looked at him skeptically. "Who are you?" I asked slowly. I have always been a firm believer in my mum's rule of don't talk to strangers.
He chuckled softly darting his eyes around for a bit until they landed back on my brown ones. "I'm Harry."
Harry.
Harry.
Harry.
It sounded familiar.
That's when it hit me.
I slapped his shoulder while he jerked away laughing. "You perv!" I yelled. I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
After our laughing fit we straightened our poster and Harry grinned. "So are you gonna let me in or no?"
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