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eleven

It's him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I told you. I need to know more about you," he explained.

I walked past the boy and opened the door to my lofty apartment. I motioned for him to sit and I asked him if he wanted anything to drink.

"Water is fine. Thank you," he replied.

I put the water on the table and sat down next to him. I stared into his green eyes that I've come to be so familiar with.

"Your place is really nice by the way," he complemented.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly.

We sat there for a little while longer until I had enough of the silence.

"Why haven't you just come up and talked to me? Why have you been lurking in the shadows?" I asked.

"I'm sorry about that. I wanted to come and talk to you, but I didn't know how to just walk up to you and say 'I wanna know you' without it sounding creepy," he said.

"I get it now. I'm sorry for following you," I apologized.

"It's okay," he looked up at me. His green eyes were captivating. I could stare into them all day.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Harry. Harry Styles."

Harry. Finally the boy from the pictures had a name. Harry.

"So Harry, your British. Why are you in LA?" my curiosity getting the best of me.

He hesitated before saying, "Remember those personal reasons I was talking about last night?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Well that's why I'm here."

"Oh," was all I could get out of my mouth. I didn't want to push him any further because I had those as well and I knew what it felt like.

"What's your name?" Harry asked.

"Caly Paretti."

"Pretty name," he said. I blushed.

"Thank you, Harry."

After that, the tension started to go down. I learned that Harry grew up in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. He attended Holmes Chapel Comprehensive and lived with his mom, sister, and stepdad. Although, he looked really sad as he said that. He came to America and lives on his own now. He's 22 and works at a tattoo shop. He isn't the one that tattoos people though, he just helps with the process.

"What about you?" He asked.

"I work in a diner and I guess I have three friends now. Well if I include you, that makes four. I'm not that good at talking to people. As of yesterday, I am 21 and attend the Los Angeles University a couple blocks away. I'm studying to be something in the medical felid. And yeah that's me," I concluded.

"I-I'm your f-friend?" Harry asked.

"I guess. I want you to be my friend at least."

"I'd love to be your f-friend. It's just that all of my friends are not very good people. I've never had a friend that genuinely wanted to be my friend," he said.

"Well then that makes me your first," I said. I had a new friend. Go Caly.

"I'm glad, Caly," Harry said.

We talked about just about anything for the next hour. I was getting to know the boy from the pictures. He was shy, but once you get to know him, he breaks out of his shell. Kind of like me.

I guess we were alike then more ways than I thought.

Soon I heard my stomach rumble. Harry and I looked at each other and laughed. I guess we've been talking for longer than I thought. I excused myself and walked over to the kitchen. I heated up some leftovers, which I eat almost every night, and put them on a plate. I put them in front of Harry and I.

"Eat up," I said motioning to the food.

"This is for me?" He asked.

"Yeah, I figured you'd be hungry."

"Oh. Thank you so much, Caly," he responded.

He look at me with genuine gratitude. I watched him as he ate the leftovers beside him. I analyzed the way he did things, like how his tongue stuck out before he put food in his mouth and how his nose crinkled up before he took a sip of water. He truly was an attractive man.

Harry caught me staring. "Are you going to eat some as well?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," I said a little embarrassed.

I ate some of the food on the plate and soon my stomach started to get full. Harry had stopped eating, so I took the plate and put it in the sink.

I sat back down on the couch and filled the silence.

"So, Harry, where do you live now? It's getting late maybe I could drive you there?" I asked feeling bad if he had to walk.

He hesitated, "I-um I." He was at a loss for words. Did he have a home?

"Harry, it's fine. You can stay here tonight if you'd like," I offered. Louis stayed here last night, so what's another friend staying over another night?

"R-really? You'd do that?" He asked.

"That's what friends are for," I smiled.

"Friend. I like that," I heard him say under his breath.

Yeah, Harry. Me too.

He turned his head towards me once more, making me look into those penetrating green eyes. They could make you feel like the whole world stopped, just for a moment. My stomach started to... feel different? What is happening to me?

I looked away because I didn't want him to see me blush.

"Tonight, I can take the couch. You take the bed," I stated.

"No, I'll take the couch. It's fine, really," Harry said.

British people were so polite.

He kept on looking at me. He didn't take his eyes off of me.

My mind couldn't process the next thing that happened.

I didn't realize what was going on, until his lips were already on mine.

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