it's my birthday on tuesday hehe. this is really bad. also i love you all.
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i remember harry. how could i not? i remember us, on a rooftop with late night air on our skin, slow kisses under the moonlight... i remember brushing his tears away as he told me he had to move back to guernsey for his dad's job. i remember him promising he'd always call me, and then he never did. i remember us saying our final goodbyes.
even after all these years, not once had we ever tried to get in touch with each other. i don't know what happened. one minute we were in love, like the teenagers we were, and then, so suddenly, we let the distance between us break us apart. but that was years ago.
so why is it now, in this coffee shop that i go to almost every morning, i hear his name, i see him again, and my heart suddenly drops from my chest to my stomach like a pebble? why, after so long, is he here?
there is a lump lodged in my throat. the barista calls his name, and i see him. the ordinary peacefulness of the coffee shop vanishes into thin air and memories come rushing back, slapping me in the face so hard that i'm almost knocked backwards. suddenly the soft murmurs of conversation around me halts to a stop. for a minute, the word stops moving.
and, my god, he is even hotter. i stare at him until i feels like i haven't blinked for minutes.
he catches me gawping at him and i almost drop my coffee. maybe it's the caffeine kicking in, but despite feeling like a slug approximately one minute ago, i am now as wide awake as i can possibly be right now. he's here. in front of me. looking at me. with those blue eyes.
"vik?" his voice is soft, but i can hear it so clearly he may as well have been yelling. him saying my name echoes through my head for a moment, until i realise that he's expecting a reply.
i straighten up and plaster a sheepish grin of my face. i must look like an absolute idiot. "um, hello."
a smile explodes on his face, so bright that i'm blinded. why am i feeling like this? i've completely lost control of my own body. "it's... it's been a while, huh?" my gaze drops to the floor. it's been years. i haven't even thought about him in so long. "let's sit down," he suggests placidly.
we sit down facing each other, like good friends having an early morning chat. the way he's looking at me is making me anxious, and a bit nauseous. "why are you here?" i manage to croak out. i can't meet his eyes, so i look at his hands instead.
"actually, i've been here for two weeks now. i've moved into an apartment nearby." i bite my tongue. i have so many questions. we both fall silent and my eyes drift to the floor-to-ceiling windows. people are walking by, cars are driving past the streets. the world is moving on as normal, whilst mine is slowing to a stop.
does he understand how long it took for me to get over him? does he understand the pain i went through because i assumed he'd forgotten about me, or met someone new, or i just simply didn't matter to him? "you didn't call," is all i say.
he pauses for a moment. i can hear myself blinking. "you didn't either," he whispers. i look up, into his eyes. it took a lot of effort not to call or text him after he moved away, but i thought he'd do it first. after all, he promised. "i just couldn't handle hearing you, miles away. i didn't want us to drift apart slowly, suffering from it. i'm sorry," he murmurs.
"but it's okay," harry reassures, perking up and smiling again. "let's move on from the past. we'll start over, okay?" i wonder what's happened since we last spoke. has he dated anyone since? not that he isn't allowed to, i'm just wondering...
i sit there like a dork, not sure of what to say. i couldn't say anything, so i just nod instead.
"i'm harry," he greets, beaming, and it really does feel like we're just meeting for the first time. like nothing had ever happened. i force myself to forget about everything else, and grin back at him.
"vik. nice to meet you." we shake hands. the warmth from his touch is enough to make me melt.
"wait here for a second." before i know it, harry is up and exchanging words with an employee. whilst i wait, i let myself think. harry's back, and we're starting over. it's just so sudden, so fast. i never would've expected this, not that i'm complaining. it wasn't exactly anyone's fault that we drifted apart - it just happened, and we can't change that now, so why waste time being miserable about it? he's here again.
the employee hands him a pen and he's back in a hurry. he hasn't changed much. i observe closely as he grabs a napkin from the table and scribbles on his number, then pushes it towards me. smiling, i fold it up neatly and tuck it into my pocket. i keep looking at him. his hair is so soft and i can remember when i used to always run my hands through it; my fingers getting tangled in golden brown locks.
"i have to go, but call me, please? i'll be sad if you don't," he grins widely. and then i realise how late i am for work.
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i warned you it was bad. writing cheesy as fuck stories is now my trademark. :)
update on the fanfiction i mentioned: i've been working on it ever since. i'm just really scared i'll end up abandoning it like my other one, because i'm not too great at writing an entire story. obviously, that's why i stick to one shots. but i think it's going well so far.
if you're interested in it (it's ksimon by the way, who would've guessed) please let me know!! like i said before, i really wanna be post as much as i can to at least try and make up for being so inactive.
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