elysian - hariana

2.1 - coffee brown eyes

Recap:

And before Ariana could say something, the front door had slammed, and he was gone.

harry's pov

My fingers gently traced across the first sketch I've made of Ariana.

I remember that day very clearly. I had just gone in the coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee for Gemma and myself when I noticed her walking around the shop to serve people's orders. She was very shy, and her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

I sighed, staring at the sketch that's currently in my hands. I studied every feature very carefully, smiling for a brief moment at the thought of her before my lips started to curve down after everything that's happened.

Letting my pointer finger roam around the filled up parchment, I caught sight of her eyes. They were hard to perfect, I had ended up drawing them last since I wanted to make sure my sketch would capture her details right. I wanted to make it perfect because she was perfect. I wanted my sketch to take hold of the perfection that she is.

Looking back to when I first looked at her straight in the eyes, I was dumbfounded at how beautiful they were. Sure, people would compare eyes to the ocean, or the stars in the sky, or maybe the galaxy, but her eyes were different. Her eyes reminded me of one of my favourite things in this entire universe, and that's coffee. Oh, her coffee brown eyes, I could stare at them all day.

I was never a morning person until I came across the coffee shop. I would be happy after having my cup of coffee for the day, and maybe that's why I feel so alive when I'm with her. I stare at her eyes, her coffee brown eyes, and I feel happy and contented and alive. She could resemble my coffee in the morning.

If that made any sense at all, I'm not very good with deep thoughts.

Goggling over the sketch of her, I realized how pathetic I seemed right now. I threw my book across the room, screaming in anger as I buried my face in my pillow just so I wouldn't disturb mum or Gemma or dad.

It's stupid. She wasn't even mine, why was I so upset over this? It was probably just some silly crush.

No, it wasn't. It wasn't just a silly crush. I'm in love with her, and that's what hurts. I don't want to be this in love with her, it's hard especially when you know they don't love you as much as you love them.

And I'd be lying to myself if I would ever say what I felt for her was a stupid crush because I sure as hell know that it isn't, but the truth hurts, everything hurts. And maybe that's why I lie to myself, maybe that's why I want to convince myself that I really didn't love her, and that I'm just infatuated with the thought of her.

Because the lies sound so much better than the truth. Thinking I don't love her is so much better than knowing I love her, and that she doesn't love me back. When the truth is too much to handle, we lie to everyone, especially to ourselves.

With all the thoughts in my head, I had only noticed Mittens who had climbed on my bed and happily snuggled herself by my side. I lick on my bottom lip, taking my kitten in one hand and settling it on my lap, petting the top of her head gently.

"What do I do, Mittens? I told her what I had with her was over. I mean, we weren't even together, why am I overreacting so much? But, I just... I thought I had something with her. I shouldn't have told her it was over, or maybe I should have. Oh gosh, I don't know anymore."

Did I mess up? Should I have forgiven her?

I shake my head, looking around my room. Fuck, everything seems to be reminding me of her, and whatever I do, whatever I see, I just think of her. I think of everything about her, from the way she smiles, or the way she dances.

I've never been so in love with someone before.

And now, I was once again thinking of her eyes. There was just something about her eyes, those dazzling eyes that I'm so in love with.

I wonder what she's thinking of right now. Is she thinking of me? Is she really sorry for what she said? Did she mean what she said? Has she caught on the fact that I am so in love with her, it's driving me quite insane?

"Harry?" I looked up, seeing a worried expression plastered on Gemma's face. "Y-You said you'd take me out on that new shop I've always wanted to go to? With all the milkshakes?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Just... let me get changed." I sent her a side smile, placing Mittens down on the sheets of my bed, making sure she's as comfortable as possible. I reached out for the cat food that was on the corner of my room, placing it on a bowl and down on the floor in case Mittens gets hungry.

Skimming through my clothes, I saw the shirt I wore on my first date with Ariana.

Fuck, those coffee brown eyes are going to kill me, aren't they?

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