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eighteen

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Harry and I have hung out once more since we met up at the park. We walked to the movie theater to see a movie, but I forgot what is was about.  I was staring at Harry the whole time. The movie didn't look good anyways, but Harry did.

I like him more every time I see him. He's more to me than just the boy from the pictures.

I am currently having lunch with Madison, Niall, and Louis on this beautiful Friday. I am thankful that this week has gone by quicker than most.

I hope lunch is good. See you soon. xx -H
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Thank you. Can't wait to see you. -C
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H and C is our way of signing off texts now. I liked it that way because it was something special I only did with Harry.

I wasn't paying any attention to what my friends were saying during lunch. My mind was totally focused on Harry. I couldn't get him out of my mind long enough for me to talk.

It was time for me to get to class, so I said my goodbyes to my friends and headed over to the science building.

Creative Writing soon followed. I sat in my usual seat next to Madison and waited for the professor to say what our next assignment was.

"Hello everyone. Everyone's assignments from this week were amazing. I was very impressed with everyone's writing. As a thank you for doing your assignments so well, today I am letting you write about whatever you want. Take it as a free day, but if you write about someone stupid I will not hesitate to fail that assignment. Turn it in at the end of class."

I already knew what I was going to write about. It was funny how all of my assignments in this class has been about him. He's on my mind constantly, how can they not be about him?

I took out my computer like I do every class and started writing.

He looks at me and I instantly feel something. I feel something deep inside of me that I have yet to figure out. His curly brown hair and green eyes always succeed in captivating me in any given moment. The way he speaks to me can break through any of my walls.

I like the way his dimples indent in his cheeks when he smiles. I like the way his British accent rolls off of his tongue. The way his nose crinkles when he talks or when he sticks his tongue out before eating makes me feel emotions I've never felt before.

We are still learning things about each other, yet I feel like I know him. He knows more about me than most people. I let myself break down in front of him. His presence is the only think I need to feel this way.

I have yet to feel this way for someone. I have never been motivated to dress nice for someone or to please someone so much. Even though it took so much out of me, I never wanted to not feel it. I now wanted to feel everything he does to me. Not in a physical way, but rather an emotional way.

Even though love is a feeling I never liked or wanted to experience, I am opening up to the idea of love. Love is a whirlwind of emotions all bundled up together. It was tough and hard at times, but I've learned that love can also be one of the best emotions you've ever felt. I have yet to feel it, but I wouldn't mind if I did.

He makes me feel loved.

I finished my assignment with that five letter sentence and emailed it in. Right after I closed my computer, class was dismissed.

"Ms. Paretti, can I see you for a moment?" my professor asked me.

"Y-yes, Ms. Johnson?" I asked, my nerves getting the best of me.

"I have been reading your assignments and first off they are very impressive. A lot goes on in that brain of yours," she smiled.

I returned the gesture.

"But every single entry has been about this boy. I would ask why you have been writing about him, but it seems like he is the only thing on your mind right now. I don't expect you to write about anything else because they are your assignments and you can do whatever you want with them. I just have one question: why can't you admit your feelings to this boy? Being a creative writing teacher, I am so interested in what people write about. So tell me Caly, why are you so against love? Give me your most honest opinion," she said.

I had to think about this for a second. No one has ever asked me why I cant admit my feelings for Harry. Yes, I like him a lot. I definitely don't love him. I mean I met him a week ago.

"I like Harry a lot, Ms. Johnson. I really do. It's just that my past doesn't allow me to love anymore. I don't want to love. My heart ends up breaking into a million pieces every time my walls break down even a little bit. I feel safe around Harry, just not safe enough to where I can ever love."

"I understand, Caly. I was just thinking, you write so highly about this boy. I think you should go for it, but i'm just your creative writing professor, so don't take my word for it," we both laughed in unison.

"Thanks, Ms. Johnson. I'll keep it in mind."

I walked away thinking about what an odd conversation that was. I never thought I would be talking to my professor about my crush or love.

I couldn't stop thinking about her question. Should I love again? Definitely not. Should I let my heart open up to Harry? No. Not yet at least. I want to open up to him, but I can't.

I walk to my car and drive home. Its Friday, which means I have the rest of the weekend to myself. I could do whatever I wanted. I've always loved the weekend, because I have a sense of freedom.

I walk into my apartment and hear and bing.

I want to take you out. Get dressed we're going to dinner. I'll be there in 2 hours, love. xx -H
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I smiled with a toothy grin. The little things like this make me like this boy even more.

I took a shower and blow dried my hair. I turned on some music to fill the silence in the apartment. The clothes that I bought from the mall with Madison slipped on my figure has makeup made its way on my face.

Once I was ready, I waited patiently in the kitchen. I was so excited to see Harry again. I like being in his presence.

A couple minutes later, a knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

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**her assignments are the best thing about this book i think. i'm in love with them.

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-c