Blue Jeans || h.s.

Chapter Six

"i got a feeling i might have lit the very fuse

that you were trying not to light

you were a stranger in my phonebook i was acting like i knew, cause i had nothing to lose."

-Knee Socks by The Arctic Monkeys

"and when she needs shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams." - Arabella by The Arctic Monkeys

"if you wanna find love then you know where the city is." - The City by The 1975

"[..] Come back and tell me why, I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time."

-(Didn't feel like pasting the whole song) Everything has Changed by Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran

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Two weeks. I have been thinking about the same guy with the insanely green eyes and smoky voice for two straight weeks. What's worse is that for the same amount of time as I've been constantly daydreaming about him I've been trying to forget the night completely, as if it had never happen. But, how can I forget something I really want to remember?

That's become seemingly impossible since the sneaky bastard had slipped a very, frustratingly, beautiful note with his number written in the back, taunting me daily, and I just can't stop reading it over and over again, contemplating my already made choices. I read it when I'm on my lunch break, on the bus on the way to work and back home, when I'm going to bed and anytime in between. This guy, whom I've only met once and have not yet seen again may I add, is driving me completely and utterly wild. And it's just with a single piece of paper!

I sighed, running a hand through my misshieveled hair as I stood between two aisle in the record store I had been in since 10:00 a.m. this morning, it being 4 o'clock right now. I stood organizing a serious of vynil record between the letters of G and L when I thought about the small poem I had already fully memorized.

"there's a girl on the bus i take

on my way back home

with a pretty little face,

and eyes too beautiful for her on sake.

i've seen her around,

and i wonder what she sounds like.

i've memorized the pace she walks on,

and i can't get her out of my head.

i've been meaning to give this to you,

girl with the sad eyes and funny little pace,

i'm not a creep, that i swear

there's just something about you that makes me want to care.

i hope this isn't to straight-foward,

i hope this isn't too odd either,

i'm the guy with brown hair and green eyes,

and if you're wondering,

my name is harry."

I had chosen to believe a long time ago that guys whom wrote poems and sent you love letters had long ago just perished from the world and had extinguised from existence, and then Harry comes with his charming penmanship and proves me wrong with his beautiful written words. Was he serious? Did he have no mercy whatsoever for the hopeless romantic living inside of me?