Wild//Minishaw

Four.

"Cause there's still too long to the weekend."
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15 years old
Harry sighed, maybe a little too over dramatically, falling back onto his crisp white bedsheets.
He looked at the clothes that were scattered around, cluttering up the white/grey carpet.
He'd been asked, well not necessarily asked, on a date literally less than half an hour ago and he was already stressing on what to wear.
When Simon had told him that he wanted to take him on a date. The following day. He didn't stress on where they would be going and much Harry's dismay, didn't give any form of input on what to wear. Thinking about it Harry realised he didn't even give him a time.
All Harry did know was that it was too long of a wait, he was too excited but he still hasn't selected an outfit.
He didn't want to wear something over dressed, nor did he want to wear something underdressed but he wanted to fit into weather standards.
He sighed, again, pulling out his phone and checking the weather app. Rain and sunshine.
A third sigh escaped Harry's list, rain and sunshine, typical weather for a blue neighbour like the one in which he lived though Harry wanted to leave this run down depressive town he couldn't, that would mean he has to start a whole new life on his own and that could possibly make things worse for him.
Deciding on a simple outfit, that suited the weather Harry ended up with a pale pink loose crop top which bowed at the bottom and had a red rose embroidered into the top left corner he matched it up with a pair of light wash blue ripped mom jeans and a pale pink pair of vans. Accessory wise he choose a pink flower crown and plain circular glasses and grabbed his pink rose umbrella from under his bed. He folded his outfit carefully on his desk, his umbrella leant against it and the vans by its side.
By the time Harry had cleaned his room he found the time to tell 23:49 and took this as his que to snuggle up in his duvet and fall into a deep slumber.