Tortured Love (working title)

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        I walk around the corner, heading to Starbuck’s to get my morning coffee. I brush my long brown hair out of my bright brown eyes, enjoying the warm summer air and sunlight. As I arrive at the coffee shop, I reach out my hand to open the door, but it opens in front of me instead. I look up, surprised, and my eyes lock with emerald green ones. 

        His figure looms over mine, and his large hand holds the door open for me. He's well built and muscular, and has dimples in his cheeks which popped as he grins at me. He towers over my small frame of five foot four. He's wearing a simple white tee shirt, and I can see the inky black outline of tattoos. Black skinny jeans cover his legs, white converse on his feet. I look closer, and I notice two necklaces dangling over his shirt. One of them is a silver chain with a small paper airplane pendant. The other one is a little gold circle. His tousled curly brown hair lays upon his head, blowing softly with the gentle breeze. I lower my eyes awkwardly, hoping he didn't catch me checking him out. I hear a heavy British accent and bring my gaze back up to his face.

        “Are you alright, love?” He genuinely asks, smirking slightly.

        “Yeah, I'm fine thanks,” I smile at him. I walk forward, brushing past him. As I step into Starbuck's, I can feel his warm gaze burning into my back as he steps inside after me. I hear the door close and I make my way to the counter, ordering my usual. Paying for my caramel iced coffee, I wait by the counter for my drink, hardly surprised as the same tall figure comes to stand next to me. 

        "Uh...hi," I say to him, looking up to meet his eyes. 

        "Hey there," he grins back. "What's your name, beautiful?" He boldly asks.

        "I-uh..Mia. What's yours?" I reply, offering a timid smile. 

        "Harry. Nice to meet you," he comments as I hear my coffee called out. 

        "Oh. They just called mine, but...nice to meet you too," I smile, stepping forward to grab my drink. I turn around, cup in hand, and nearly bump into Harry as he steps forward to grab his own. "Sorry," I squeak, ducking around him and heading for the door, pushing it open and stepping outside onto the sidewalk. I take a sip of my coffee, humming in approval as I start down the pavement. 

        As I make my way down the street, a large black SUV slows next to me. I continue walking, hoping whoever it is will keep driving. They don't. The window closest to me rolls down, and a head of curly brown hair is revealed to me.

"Need a ride?" He asks, his head tipped slightly to the side.

"No thanks, I'm okay," I reply, keeping an even pace as Harry rolls along with me. "I like to walk when it's nice outside," I comment, looking around at the flowers dancing with the slight wind.

        

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 13, 2015 ⏰

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