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I'll be updating every saturday, hope you like this chapter. xx

All the love as always,

-N.

Willow's P.O.V.

I took a sip of my coffee, pushing some strands of hair that have fallen in front of my face behind my ears. I sighed deeply, the curly haired boy hasn't once left my mind since what happend two days ago.

I can't let go of the feeling that ive seen him before. He looks so much like him. 

Hell, they even have the same name. But they are two completely different people. He had long dark brown hair, while Harry's short and curly hair is a light shade of chocolate brown.

Harry is fragile and petite, He was strongly build and confident.

They are so much alike, yet so different.

My eyes scanned the crowd, my eyes spotting Cat who was sitting at the other side of the table with her friends as always. She gave me a brief smile before turning back to Louis, the blue/greenish eyed lad with messy short brown hair. He was talking about some party he's throwing this weekend.

After a while they all began laughing hysterically, especially the blond haired one, which was obviously dyed. He has piercing blue eyes and his laugh is quite.. unique.

The only one who isn't laughing is Harry. He's playing with his fork, clearly not interested in what the others are talking about. He looked sad, very sad may I add. 

Is it because of what happend two days ago? I never meant to make him sad. 

He finally looked up, locking eyes with mine. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, He really has beautiful eyes, and they some how seem to suprise me everytime he looks at me. 

But I also know that this guy is not who people think he is. He always seems so happy and bright, but somethings bothering him. I see it in the way he turns his head to the left so now and then, a hurt look creeping on his face. He just seems so out of place. He reminds me of myself. 

A small smile was forming on his lips, and after he finished his lunch and threw it away, he made his way to the empty spot next to me, sitting down.

I expected another cheeky remark, or maybe he was angry at me.

But instead of that he got his earbuds out of his bag and plugged them in to his phone. All without saying a word. He put one of them in his ear. And finally he spoke, but in a hushed tone. Almost a whisper.

"Could you sit a little closer?" I raised my eyebrows, but did as he said.

He reached for my ear, slowly putting the other earbud in my left ear.

I immediately recognized the voices of my favourite band, Twenty One Pilots. 'Car Radio' was playing and I could hear him hum the tune. 

I could feel the eyes of the others burn in me skin. At first it made me nervous. But when he gently touched my pinky with his thumb, all I focused on was the sound of music.

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And thats how it went everyday, he would sit next to me and we would listen to the music on his phone the entire lunch time without saying a word to eatchother. I grew way more comfortable around him the past few days. 

Sometimes he would smile at me, or I would let out a small giggle when he takes a bite of his pasta. I noticed that Harry eats very different. He sticks out his entire tongue with every bite.