In Your Eyes {Slow Updates}

5.

Nobody But Us - Sebastian Olzanski

Meet Me In The Hallway - Harry Styles

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Harry: Come find me. x

And I do exactly that. I admit that it's a little weird for a stranger to invite a girl inside their home and tell them to find them and I can't help but feel my heart speed up.

It's big in here, bigger than my home and no where near the same. The walls are all white and everything seems so simple and organized.
Beautiful art pieces hung on the walls, and black sleek furniture in what I'm assuming is the lounge room.

There's a couple photos with him and an older woman and a woman his age and they're all smiling. His mother and maybe his sister or friend I'm guessing?

I make my way back to looking for Harry in this big house.

"Harry?" I call out as I walk through the dim hallway.

I hear classic music lowly playing somewhere in the house and I chose to follow it hoping to find the handsome man himself.

The music becomes louder and I'm positive he's close. I see a light through an partially closed door and quietly make my way through and see piercing green orbs staring right into my hazel ones.

"Violet." He pats a spot right beside him on a couch.

I slowly make my way to him and sit where he told me to.

"...So?" I say as I feel awkwardness setting in.

He chuckles, I guess he felt it too.

"I thought I'd get some work done while I was waiting for you.. So now that you're here, Are you hungry?" He faces towards me with his leg crossed on the other and his hands neatly on them.

"Starving." I say as I nervously laugh.

He grabs my hand as he helps me up and we make our way to what I'm assuming a kitchen.

I can't help but feel a tingling sensation throughout my body as he's holding my hand and he let's go. I feel a little ping of disappointment and chose to ignore it.

"I've made some dinner for us already and lucky for you I finished up just before you got here."

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We just finished eating and I'm pretty impressed with Harry's cooking. Dinner was great and Harry spoke up asking me to tell him about myself, I couldn't help but gulp and fiddle with my fingers nervously. The man is a little intimidating honestly.

"So what would like to know?"

"You know, your taste in music, what interests you, your parents, where you're from? Just the basics." He says and nervously laugh at the mention of my father.

"Well, I like anything that ranges from classic rock to alternative. I don't know anything, but country music." I make sour face as I think about my dislike for country music.

"There's some country music that's not that bad."

"Oh yeah, like what?" I look at him with a raised eyebrow

"Personally, I don't like country music either so I wouldn't know." And we both laugh.

"I like painting, and writing but I'm not good at it. I also like having fun, like paintballing, going to the movies, adventures whatever. Me and Dante do a lot of stuff like that so I'm glad he's not boring or anything." I laugh