000:00:01:10
I blink, still astonished at the fact that he...or she is almost here. Who could it be? Is he or she nice?
Am I likeable enough for them? I keep my gaze on the ugly dull watch that is soon to be taken off once I meet 'the one'. I continue to walk, not watching my steps, but still able to not bump into someone.
000:00:00:02
Closer now.
000:00:00:00
And the clock surprisingly gives out a quick flash, then turns off immediately, making my heart skip a little. I take in a breath before I look up to see who 'the one' is. A smile automatically appears on my face, and I hear a chuckle erupt from his pink soft lips.
And in that moment, I swear I fell in love.
"A-Are you...Are you the one?"
I thought it was stupid. The whole countdown thing until you meet the one that you'd probably spend your eternity with. I thought; why couldn't we just love whoever we want? What if we didn't like who we were paired with?
But I take it all back now. I am so glad that I have met him.
"I am. My clock lightened up, and yours did too." He smiled, dimples puncturing his lovely face. "Name's Harry."
I only stared dreamily at him. What is this feeling? It's just so sudden and new.
He cleared his throat, and I was back from wonderland. "Oh! Gabrielle,or Gabby,I yeah, my name is really long and stupid---"
"It's beautiful." Harry said, and I just blushed.
"So, what now?" I said, trying to break the ice.
"Well, why don't we get to know each other. I mean we can't really get married right away..." He suggested. "Wanna go to my house?"
"But I just met you," I said, and he laughed. Why does he laugh at me all the time?!
"You could be a serial killer," I added.
"I don't kill cereal!"
"No,no! Not cereal killer. Uh, serial killer?"
Harry chuckled. "Oh, serial. No, Gabby, I'm not one. Do you think I look like one?"
"Well, there are really good looking serial killers in movies and you could be one of them---Wait, did I just say that?"
"Oh, I totally kill. No, no,I'm really nice. Trust me." He gave me a smile that sent me to heaven. "Okay. I just said I'm not a serial killer. Now would you like to come to my house?" Harry invited,and I finally gave in.
His house was big. Almost like a mansion. Law said that we women must live with our loved one. So I'd be living in here? But it's so big!
"Wait, why are there two living rooms?"
"Why not?"
"Well---uh, I only have one lounge."
"Well, I have two, " he said cheekily and led me upstairs and into a bedroom which is already fully furnished.
"That will be your bedroom. Unless you want to sleep together." He nudged me playfully.
I scrunched my nose. "Uh, no thank you."
He laughed at me. "I'm kidding. Maybe." I only sent him a glare and we went back downstairs. There was food on the coffee table.
"Sit," he told me, and I did. "So, when do you plan to move in?" He asked, handing me a cup of tea. I looked at him and took a sip, not knowing how to answer. "Well, uh, can we do Friday? I'm still busy. I have masterclass," I mumbled.
"Planning to be a singer?" He said, curiosity taking over him.
I nodded. "Yeah, musical theatre. What do you do?"
"I'm a music teacher." He grinned at me. Well, I am guessing we have one thing in common.
"Maybe you can teach me?" I smiled at him, and he only smiled.
"So, Friday? Need any help with moving?" He asked gently.
I shook my head. "I think I'm okay, but thank you," I said.
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"Wait, hold on. Five sisters? Isn't that annoying?" Harry asked, bewildered, and I only shook my head.
"No. I love them. I mean---we aren't really related,because..." I hesistated. I think I've said way too much information to him.
Harry gave me a soft,sad look. "...I know what you mean," he said with a smile. He then swiftly changed topics. "You allergic to anything? Just in case, ya' know. Because you're moving in and all."
"No," I simply replied. "You? I have a cat, are you fine with cats?" I asked.
"Cats are perfect. " He gave me his trademark smile.
It's only been a few hours, and I feel like I know everything about Harry. I swear, I'm already in love with him.
