Melanie's P.O.V.
I changed into jeans and an over sized tan sweater. I slipped on my black Chelsea boots on our retreat out of the house. Harry had on black skinny jeans, a blue t-shirt, and a black beanie.
"What?" Harry laughed catching me look over his attire.
"You look cute." I giggled shyly.
"Thanks babe. As do you."
We started down the sidewalk in a comfortable silence before we were bombarded by a crowd of screaming girls.
"Fuck" Harry murmured.
"It's okay. I'll just go into town on my own. I'll be back around five." I rushed to the other side of the street. Since I am also a directioner, I know how crazy they can get. We can get. I can only imagine the death threats I'll be getting later on.
It only took a few more minutes of walking until I saw an old book shop across the way.
The bell rang signaling my entrance into the dusty little store. I've always loved the smell of book stores.
"Welcome" The friendly old lady smiled sipping on her coffee.
The dust danced in between the streaming sunlight creeping in from the window as I found my book.
"Ah, The Great Gatsby. Classic love story. Good choice, love. That'll be two pounds." I handed the owner my money and thanked her on the way out.
Looking down the street I noticed a tea shop two buildings down.
"I'll have a green tea please."
With my book and tea in hand, I took a seat on a wooden booth looking out the window. This is what I've been waiting years for. This moment right here.
I gently opened the book, careful not to break the spine when something fell out. Someone had forgotten their bookmark in here. I set it aside on the table as I began reading. Writing on the piece of paper caught my eye. I picked it up to take a second look.
"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew." - William Shakespeare
I smiled to myself instantly thinking of Harry. I've spent countless nights crying over him, wishing he were mine, and knowing he would find someone better. Now I actually know him.
