Untaken Chances (Currently undergoing a Re-Write)

Never Have A Chance

       It was a friday when I first saw my princess. The boys and I were out at a pizza place on our night off while touring in America. We were just placing our order when I heard a laugh. A laugh- I had never heard a more beautiful sound than that girl's laugh. I looked around the room, and I saw her. Her smile was wide and bright. She had lightly paled skin that seemed to glow without any kind of light- it was as if I could feel the smoothness of her skin, even though I was across the room. She was slightly small in height- at least qquite a few inches smaller than me. Her eyes were a stunning, smooth, chocolate brown. They sparkled with a touch of light, and were filled to the brim of laughes that her body had yet to utter. She had a little button nose added more to the cuteness of her face. She had  medium length, light brown curly hair that barely covered her face, but was shimmering, and soft looking. My finger tips itched to remove the runaway curl that had fallen across her cheeck as her head rocked back with her uproarious laughter. She was beautiful. All I could see was her. Every thing she did had my attention, from tucking her hair behind her ear to spilling her drink on the table. She was intoxicating. Everything about that night was perfect. Except when I tore my eyes off of her and looked over to see Harry staring at her too, with a cheeky grin. That's when I knew I would never have a chance. Never, even if my heart wished it so.

       Harry talked her up that night. They went on a few dates and by the third one he swore he was in love and she was the one. He would tell us all about her, every day. Turns out she's a big fan of us, she always laughs, she helps anyone when they need it, she doesn't say anything bad about anyone and she friends with everyone. She respects what people say. She loves animals. She loves everything- and she's Harrys. Don't get me wrong, I am happy for him, I'm glad he found someone to always love, I just wish it was some else. The worst part is, she will sit on my lap, give me hugs and kisses on the cheek, call and text me late at night and call me her best friend and she sees nothing wrong with it. Her doing all those things makes it hurt worse. Makes me love her more every day. But I knew if she didn't do those things, I would feel even more empty. Sometimes I wondered if she knew how I felt, and she just didn't care, but then I would take it back because she's too nice to know and not say anything. She's too nice not to care. But I couldn't help but wonder.