When No One's Watching

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"Akilah! Hold up," someone shouts, making me turn around.

"Hey, I just wanted to know, if you wanted to join us for dinner," he says, pointing his thumb to the group of people standing behind him.

"I kind of already promised Finn I'd grab dinner with him. You guys have fun though, I'll see you next week."

Lie.

"I'm leaving next week," he frowns.

"Well, I'm sure I'll see you before you leave, but I need to get going now," I say, squeezing a smile his way.

"Alright Akilah, have fun with Finn," he says, scrunching his face at Finn's name.

I turn around, making my way to my car. An old Volvo I got from my parents to my 18th birthday.

Climbing into the car, I turn on the ignition, immediately turning on the heater to full blast.

The weather had started changing up here in the north and it got abnormally cold during winter.

I make my way out of the parking lot of the Uni, tears streaming down my face.

"Stop being such a crybaby, Akilah. Get over yourself," I say to myself, chuckling a little.

I felt stupid crying over the fact that he was leaving town to study abroad.

In Germany.

Stupid Germany.

Taking away a boy, who never belonged to me in the first place.

But still.

I'm so stupid. I should've gone to dinner with him. Not like he believed me anyways. As if I would rather have dinner with Finn, my best friend's brother, than him, Munir, the guy I'd had a crush on since forever and a year.

Yeah, sure.

But there was something missing with Munir. He was nice, cute, good looking, polite. Literally everything you could wish for in a partner. But I didn't get this feeling I got when I thought about the stranger from my dreams.

"I'm literally such an idiot. Comparing a dream with reality. Wow, Akilah," I say to myself, laughing and wiping the tears off my face.

I pulled up to my drive way, bracing myself for what awaits for me inside the little house I call home.

"I'm home!" I shout, unraveling my scarf off my neck and shimming out of my thick winter coat.

"Oh there you are, honey. We've got a visitor. Come say 'hello'," my mum says, standing in the doorway.

I raise an eyebrow not expecting any visitors.
I walk into the living room, peaking around the corner.

And sitting there was hands down the most beautiful human being I had ever laid my eyes on.

He looked up from beneath his long lashes.

He seemed so familiar, but I could've sworn never seeing him before.
Granted, I would remember seeing someone as beautiful as him. But something about him made me think I had met him before.

"Hello, Akilah."

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