Text Messages // H.S

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Hello

Should I make this a series?

Like one with Louis and one with Niall and one for Liam? Maybe Zayn too?

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"Harry?"

"Hi, love," he spoke.

I stood there for a few minutes taking in his appearance. He was fucking gorgeous. I wasn't even going to lie. His plump lips, structured jaw, emerald eyes; every thing was perfect. And his curls. Oh his curls. He was amazing. He stood taller then me by at least five feet. He wore a black and red flannel, brown boots and black skinny jeans. How tight do you need your jeans? Can you actually breathe in them? His body was long and lanky but so beautiful.

Much to his surprise, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I pulled him into a warm and tight embrace. His arms went around my shoulders as he slouched down to my height. I had never realise how much I've been wanting this until now. I never want to let go. He's perfect. This moment is perfect. I felt a pair of lips gently touch the top of my head; lingering for what seemed like forever.

"Hi," I whispered, after what seems like hours.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Well I just met my best friend in person, so I'm really good," I giggled as we pulled away from the embrace.

We walked through the park with our arms linked. He told me things he'd tell me over text. It was surreal. It was like we were texting almost except he was with me, talking. My mind couldn't help but wonder why and how he got my number. I mean, we are with each other at the moment and he can't make up any excuses to leave or change the subject. I let him finish his sentence before I get his attention.

"Haz?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you want my number in the first place?" I hesitatingly asked.

"Because I had a crush on you," he answered after a few minutes.

"Had? You don't like me now?" I questioned.

"No," he said with a straight face.

"Oh," I whispered.

"I love you now," he said, still looking a head.

"I love you too," I said, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Y-you love me?" He stuttered.

"Yeah," I smile.

He pulled me into another hug but this one was different. It wasn't a I'm-the-stranger-you've-been-texting type of hug, it was more the we-both-love-each-other type of hug. It was tighter and more meaningful. This was definitely the best hug I've ever got to experience. I could feel Harry smiling against my shoulder as I smiled against his chest.

After a few minutes we pulled away and went to Harry's car. He owned a brand new black RangeRover. It was amazing. I slid into the passenger seat as he slid into the drivers seat. We drove back to my house so he could meet Blue. On e way their we listened to The 1975. I was smiling smugly knowing I was the one who introduced him to their music.