Blue Jeans || h.s.

Blue Jeans

"and i know love is mean, and love hurts, but i still remember that day we met on december, oh baby"

Cold. It was cold, too cold. But I don't really expect something other than this freezing weather here in London in the middle of winter.

I was walking down the streets, and if I looked up from my black boots, I would clearly see the beautiful Big Ben. The night was starry considering the many city lights around me that never seemed to be off except at broad daylight. Everything felt beautiful and looked and seemed so beautiful, including a beautiful stranger walking just ahead of me. All of a sudden, I didn't feel cold. I felt hot, too hot. That was when my eyes landed on a tall male, white shirt covering his upper body, ink visible from beneath and blue jeans adorning his long legs.

"May I help you?" He said once he had looked up from the most horrendous brown boots with little heels I had ever seen in my life. I had stopped walking the second my eyes landed on him. He was rude but his features were all but kind. The tone he had used, seemed of mock but at the same time, playful and amused.

"No, you just make my eyes burn."

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Hi.

This is another Harry fanfic.

I'm inlove with him so I'll keep writing about him falling for girls that I imagine as me but end up being slightly perfected to my liking.

Its based on the song Blue Jeans by Lana del Rey bc its perfect and i love it so yeah.

hense the title ha

okay bye now

Tell me if you want me to continue because idek myself.