I walk in the bathroom and look at me. Why was Harry so frustrated? And I know your thinking "oh he's jealous" well he isn't. I look myself in the mirror and I see nothing but a horrid mess of a girl. I don't understand how Harry can still even be with me I mean JUST LOOK ME! I'm not pretty. And I know I said I was decently pretty but that's only on some days. I can feel like the prettiest girl in the world and some days I just want to crawl under a rock and die because of how ugly I am. I sigh and I strip all of my clothes and look in the full length mirror. I really need this gym I mean I know Mom and him say I'm just fine but I'm not. My body is horrible! My stomach is too big, my hips are you wide. My love handles are a whole different story they are worse. And you wonder why I wear so many high waisted jeans. I sigh in defeat and turn the water on and sit on the toilet and wait for the water to get hot. What am I gonna do about this Harry situation, should I just mind my own business and not say anything, I mean that's what got me this far so I guess I should. Once the waters hot I step in and let the hot water droplets relax my body, this may sound weird but I feel like the only time I have real privacy is in the bathroom or in the shower. Is that weird? I just wash my body, shave and wash my hair and step out. I turn the water off and step onto the grey rug and dry myself off. My hair is still a soaking mop but I get dressed and I dry my hair with a towel so it'd only be damp. I put my towel and dirty clothes in the hamper and exit the bathroom. I find Harry in the same position and non surprisingly in the same mood, I mentally roll my eyes and decide to just sit on the floor. 1. So I don't piss Harry off more than he already is and 2. Because I'm not in the mood to deal with Harry I'd rather avoid him. I just sit on the ground and start to read because reading helps me calm down and it gets me lost in my own little world. I finish my book and I try to talk and he sighs dramatically loudly so I get fed up and I grab my keys and walk out of the house. I even waited to see if Harry would come to see if I was okay..He didn't so I started crying and I got in my car and drove to the nearest coffee shop to clear my head. I order a hot vanilla mocha and I sat down. Why was Harry acting like this? Was this a fight? Hell I don't even know what the hell this all is wow. My thoughts soon get interrupted by a guy sitting next to me, I just weakly smile and he hands me my cup of coffee and I say "thanks?" He chuckles and says "I heard a girl name when my order came up and your the only girl in here so I thought it was you" I smile and say "thank you" he smiles and says "I know it's not my business but may I ask what's wrong?" I sigh and turn to him and say "me and my boyfriend are not on speaking terms in the moment like just for today I guess we are having an argument but it was over some guys looking at me at the gym and I try to apologise but he just got angry, he would never hurt me but he was just angry" a tear slips from my eye and he lifts my chin up with his fingers and wipes my tear while saying "your relationship will be okay, it's normal for guys to be kinda upset when other men are looking at their lady's and I know it sounds stupid but just let him get over himself and it'll go back to normal I promise" with a smile on his face. I laugh lightly and poke his dimple and I say "thank you" he pulls me into a long hug and right now I know everything will be okay well or I thought it would.
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stutter {H.S}
FanfictionA girl who has a stutter and a boy who has brown locks and tattoos "hello" he said tapping on my shoulder "o-oh h-hi" I said trying not to let my stutter show but I obviously failed....
