Letters ~h.s. story~

Questioning Myself

Acelyn's POV

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I flopped over to my side of the queen bed that owned half my room due to its size. I shut my alarm clock up with a hard tap. It was the first day of summer, and I wanted to sleep considering that I stayed up till midnight talking to 'him' last night.

I sat up, stretched, and checked my phone only to see a text from him.

Harry: "Good morning Beautiful :) xx"

He was always so sweet to me, I didn't deserve him. I tracked off into a daze thinking about Harry, when I realize that I still haven't replied to him yet. He sent his text 6 minutes ago, making me realize I was thinking about him for 5 minutes straight. Oh what this boy does to me. I shot him back with a quick text.

"Good morning"

I threw my phone at the end of my bed and flung my legs over the side of the bed, only to hear another noise from my phone. I checked the screen. Harold.

"Are you busy today angel?"

He is always calling me pet names. He makes my stomach have butterflies, every time I'm with him or he is texting me my butterflies always flutter their wings. They never tend to stop around him, it's weird. They are acting up more than usual. I wond- I was cut out of my thoughts by another silent ring from my phone.

"Acelyn?"

That was when I realized I was thinking to myself for 10 minutes. This is getting worse, why butterflies? Why now? I replied answering his question he asked before.

"No. Lets hang today."

He replied very quickly.

"Okay, be there in 40 beautiful xx"

I just roll my eyes to the common compliment I received from Harry. I get those from him daily, such as beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, or cute. I jumped up from my bed, grabbing a clean towel from my bedside table cabinet, waltzing my way to the bathroom with the happy thoughts of Harry. My Harry.

No, Acelyn stop. He is just a friend, and nothing more. He probably doesn't even like me. If he did he would say. Right?

I walked into the bathroom stripping from my tinker bell pajamas. I hop into the shower taking a 10 minute shower, normally I wouldn't but I don't wanna waste anytime looking good. Since when do I care what I look like?

I walk out to my bedroom closet, opening the polished white doors seeing my variety of clothes. I picked out a cute spring dress with floral prints on it, going to mid-thigh. I paired this dress with some strappy gold sandals, pulling my hair into a sock-bun. I walk over to my mirror, looking at the clock as I go over. 12 minutes. I look into the mirror as I apply a simple line of eyeliner, bronze/white eye shadow, and curl my lashes then apply mascara.

Do I look presentable? I question my look, as I walk to my body mirror that's on the back of my door. I look at my outfit, thinking I could do better. I always question the way I look, I've always been this way. I never really knew why. I wonder if Harr- my thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the front door.

I ran so fast down stairs I could have tripped and fallen. I open the door to find a very handsome Harry at my door, in black skinny jeans and a rolling stones t-shirt. He looked me in the eye, and kept a hold of my attention for a short second as he winked at me with his glimmering emerald eyes. I loved the way they shine when the sun or any light hits them.

"You look beyond beautiful, babe," he complimented me on my outfit. I knew he liked it by the way he was eyeing me up and down.

"As do you Styles." I stated back, automatically regretting what I just said.

I am gonna make a fool out of myself with him. Maybe I could just say I'm coming down with something, or say I have to baby sit, I don't know but I can't go. Wait. Hold up. When do I care about how I act around him? First my appearance about my outfit, now how I act out with him? This is making no sense.

"Are we going to go Ace?" He snapped back rather quickly, forcing me to smile at the nickname he gave to me when we were kids. I just nod to make this awkward moment come to an end.

This outing is not going to go well..