wrong person // h.s

eleven

The next days went way too fast. I felt like I needed more time to prepare myself for our date.
Actually, I wasn't even sure if the "Harry" I was talking to was real, so I spent the whole week hating myself for saying yes. It was saturday morning and Harry texted me once again.

Harry: Ready for tomorrow? x

You: I guess I am.

Harry: *image attached* I can't wait to meet you.

The picture he sent was a selfie. He was laying in bed and, from the looks of it, he just woke up. He looked really cute, but of course my immediate reaction was to be careful not to fall in love with a picture because it can be misleading.

Me: wow...

Harry: Is that sarcasm I sense...?

Me: no it's just that you're like really pretty even though I'm guessing you just woke up

Harry: Imagine waking up next to me in the morning. :)

Me: I'd kinda scream though

Harry: Yeah, I'm sure I can make you scream. ;)

Well...

I chose to ignore his comment. Instead of responding, I saved his picture and got dressed in some casual clothes. To help set my mind off some things, I decided to go shopping.

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My intentions were to get a dress for the next day, but that didn't exactly work out. First, I found out that all the stores were closed. Second, I saw Harry. Yes, I did. Apparently he had the same idea of going shopping because I saw him walking away from the closed shops. I panicked and hid behind a bench until he was out of sight.

I have to admit, he looked really good. He was tall, had beautiful curls and a good style of clothing. At least I knew I wasn't being catfished or something.