~Luck; a purposeless, unpredictable and uncontrollable force that shapes events favorably or unfavorably~
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Secrets. Passion. Tragedy.
He loved her with everything he was.
She on...
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With the sun invading my eyes, I slowly pry them open, blinking away any confusion from my drowsy head. I pull the sheet up to my chin and roll over to my side. I see that Harry is still in bed as well, which is unusual for him. Normally he is up with the sun. He is facing me, curled up in a fetal position with the sheet tucked in his hands by his cheek. I take in the features of his sleeping state, taking advantage of waking up before him. His breaths are coming out slow and shallow followed by a little snore. I watch his eyes move behind his eyelids wondering what he could be dreaming of. I brought my hand up tracing over his eyebrow. How is this man more beautiful than me? That same question entered my mind on our first date.
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Flashback September 2015
"Oh my god, you should definitely wear this!" Niki was flashing around a red, skin tight dress in her hand.
"It's a simple get together over lunch Niki, not a hot date at some venue," I told her with a gesture of my hands. Ever since I met up with her last night and told her of my encounter with Harry, and that he asked me to see him today she has lost her shit.
"A get together? It's a date, Yolanda between just you and him. And you turned him down twice before you agreed!" She shook her head. "Who the hell turns down Harry Styles?" She asked. "My bestfriend, that's who!" She was going through my closet on the search for the perfect outfit that will apparently win Harry over.
"I'm not so sure if this is a good idea. I think I should call him and let him know before he comes over," I said while biting the inside of my cheek.
I did turn him down, twice. Because I had reservations about him wanting to see me again. I mean, why would he want to? I just don't get it. We live in two different worlds. His life was spontaneous and grand. Mine was planned and simplified. I didn't know much about him. I knew he was in One Direction. And I believe they just released a single from an upcoming album. I have heard some of their music and it was good. I just wouldn't consider myself a fan. Now Niki, was a different story.
"Uh uh, no way," Niki shook her head. "You are going to go have lunch with him and enjoy yourself...babe you need to get out there and take a chance."
"I'm not saying that this needs to turn out to be anything more than what it is. A fun time between two hot people," she tossed a light blue sundress my way. "Now go take your ass in the shower. We need to have time for your hair to dry and he'll be here in two hours," she said waving me off.
After looking through my phone I realized I didn't have his number. So I couldn't call and cancel if I wanted to. He got my number and my address. Jesus, how did he do that? I had just met him and knew him for like what, like five minutes. I never did something like that before. This man is dangerous.
