and then i saw him.
dull, tired, ivory green eyes.
he had a cancer-filled cigarette dangling from his plump, pink lips.
everybody stayed away from that boy. they knew better. sometimes i wish i had known better, too.
it was mid-september and i was rushing to get to class, as i was majoring in english literature and could not risk being late to any one of my classes.
but all of my motions came to a sharp halt, my brown eyes locked in place with his green ones.
"what do you want, a picture?" his rough, english accent snapped at me.
i continued staring in awe, as my whole body was frozen. i tried speaking, but my lips simply would not budge.
"well, are you going to say something or just stare at me like a bloody psychopath?"
"y-yes um, sorry i was just- i don't know what i was doing, but i've got to get back to class, i'm already l-late," i finally moved my lips, but my speaking pace was abnormally quick.
"why don't you have a seat," the chocolate brown haired boy suggested, smirking at me.
every single bone in my body was inching towards him, like a magnet. but my brain was shouting "no" at me, as if it was warning me to stay away from him.
finally i gave in to my body and slowly made my way to the park bench he was seated on.
"what's your name?" he questioned.
"daniella, you?"
"you don't already know? i'm harry. harry styles."
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cover creds to leahhhtaylor !! shes my gorgeous bff && shes amazing. well i hope u guys enjoy ((:
