Chapter Three: The Text.

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Harry's P.O.V

She won't call me now! I'm such a dick, why did I treat her like that?! She probably hates me, ugh! All I needed to do was put on a brave smile and speak politely to her, be a gentleman. I guess I'm not like that, I guess I'm not 'Mr Polite' or 'Mr Gentleman', I guess I'm just Harry, stupid old Harry.

Just then I heard my phone go off, I grabbed it with hope and when I turned it on I saw an unknown number, yes! Why would she text me though? I was a dick, a massive one! I'm glad she did though, really glad! I read the text she sent me audibly:

'Harry, don't get the wrong idea, you are an absolute prick and I'm not so don't you think I like you cos I don't, not one bit, we're opposites! But the the thing is I'm feeling down and need cheering up so meet me at the park, 8pm sharp, maybe you can redeem yourself haha;) Oh btw I'm the girl from the bakery who you were extremely rude to and my name is Emily, see you there, hopefully:)'

Yes! I mean, it's no love letter but at least I'll be able to meet her, redeem myself like she said! I checked my watch to discover it was 7.50pm, perfect! It takes 5 minutes to walk to the park and the shops are on the way so I can buy her some chocolates and flowers on the way!

Emily's P.O.V

Ok I admit it wasn't the best idea but how could I resist? Yeah he was acting like a dick but something probably had happened! I could get lost in the deepeness of his dreamy green eyes, beautiful, they were! And the rest of his face - obviously - he was gorgeous! I had to lie about feeling down because he'd probably wonder why else I'd text him after he was a complete dickhead! Well anyway I better set off, he's not texted back but, you know, might aswell walk there, just in case!

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