Colour ☆ NARRY

v- literature

But one Sunday afternoon, when the weather was as nice as it gets, I did see Harry. He was sitting on a park bench near Embankment Station, reading a book.

He had a dark beanie on his head, a thick coat drawn tight around him, despite the dying sunlight. On his feet he wore small boots met by black jeans at his ankle.

He looked peaceful, sitting there. Like nothing in the world we know mattered, absorbed in the world of his book.

"Niall Horan." His voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hello Harry." I offered shyly. He smiled and patted the space beside him for me to sit. I obliged and came to sit beside him.

"I keep meeting you," he said, placing a bookmark between the pages of his book.

I nodded lamely and kicked myself for it. He only chuckled, signature smirk crossing his face.

"W-what are you reading?" I tried to distract from my embarrassment with a question.

His answer surprised me, "Pride and  Prejudice."

"Really?" I asked, shocked by his interesting choice in literature. He turned the book so I could see the cover.

It was an old novel, scuffed on the edges and titled with in a shiny cursive script.

"Have you read it?" he asked, brushing over one of the scuffed corners with his thumb.

"I- I don't really like to read much. But, I have read this one for my class at uni." I explained, tripping over my words.

He nodded. "I like it." he stated simply, tapping the hard cover with his fingertips. "The mind of Elizabeth Bennett is fascinating."

I sucked my lips into my mouth. "You don't agree?" Harry picked up, asking gently, interested.

"Well, at times, Elizabeth is a stubborn character. It's like she can't figure out what she wants, so she becomes spiteful." I explained my view, eyes finally meeting his.

Green.

A slight frown crossed his face before he nodded slowly, like he was thinking about my answer. "You're right, but we all have our flaws. Mr Darcy doesn't exactly make himself very easy to like."

I nodded, "I agree, he has flaws too I guess."

We fell silent then, it was slightly awkward before Harry spoke, "I like you, Niall Horan. You're nice, genuine even." I blushed, even though I knew his words were friendly I couldn't help but think of something more.

"I like you too." I offered quietly, looking down to pick my nail.

"Let's talk again." He said suddenly. "Here on Tuesday at ten."

"Alright."

Harry stood up, book in hand, regarding me from above. "See you then, Niall Horan." And he walked away.

"Goodbye Harry." I whispered, even though he was already gone.

[awwwee]

[ima get all weird on ya for a sec...]

[in phone sex smut why are they all like dirty and sexual and then two seconds later all like 'bye honeybunches I love you so much get some rest!']

[like bruh]

[you just had sex with that bitch through a phone...]

[THATS ALL GOODBYE]

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- J