Reach

Can't Reach

Harry & Y/N
Fluff
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The sidemen are tall...Like really tall, especially Simon, Josh and JJ, but Harry is a nice height.
It's not like its news and all, which is why I got an odd look from the other lads.

"What? He is a nice height"
Gaining a response by Tobi.
"And why's that matter?"

I had a thing for Harry, like really badly.....sooooo I blame it on his height.  But he was, you know... a really good height.
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Surely it's a sin to look that so good in a black football kit. He rocked it for shore; his gorgeous mousey blonde hair, catching in the sunlight rays and his smile...OMG, his smile just blinding when he scored for the first time and I ran so fast to be the first to catch him first for a hug.
Harry rested his chin on top of my head for just a few seconds but it sparked something inside me. I know I'm what people call average for a girl, but Harry managed to make a point of how small I really am and on top of that made it look like we fit perfectly.
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My favourite granola bars are always on the second shelf. In the kitchen, me being this height just seemed near impossible
I would just sigh in defeat and ask the boys to get one or even a chair but Nah I'd rather risk my life and climb up on the kitchen sides and get it from there.
But before I had the chance to even hoist myself up, I felt a body being pressed up against my back and saw and arm easily reach up past my head and grabbing the bar, setting it down on the side and disappearing from Behind me just Like that.
I turn around to see it was Harry, who winks and smirks. Leaving me feeling oddly cold after the heat disappearing from behind me.

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When we hug, my god. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling, a feeling I'm almost addicted to. I feel like I'm the only girl in the world that feels like that when he hugs me. A smile always manages to creep across my face, I can't control it. I try to hide it from the others but they usually notice.

"You like Harry". They say to me.
"No I don't ". I say defensively.
"You do".
I look away.
"You look away when you lie".
"Hmmmmm". I huff.

There's no point denying it now, is there? They tease me but I don't mind. The shear joy I get from just laying eyes on him, it's almost too much to take sometimes.

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His eyes are striking, those blue eyes of his, I could stare into the for hours. That night, that night after the football match. It was raining, I was by the car waiting for the boys who were in the dressing room. The rain was cold, it was running down my top and off my hair. I was freezing. Spirits were high as the boys had won the match 5-2, a comfortable victory despite the weather.

"Hurry up lads". I thought as I leaned on the bonnet.

The door swung open and out came Simon, he was carrying a plastic box full of muddy football boots, shin pads and rolls of ankle tape. He dumped it in my arms and unlocked the car.

"In the boot". He said.
"A please wouldn't do any harm". I came back with.
He huffed.

Then came Harry, he rolled his eyes at Simon and stood in front of me. He looked at me and signalled by putting his hands out that he would take the box. I stared into his eyes as he stood there.

"Millie, the box, Millie"

But I didn't hear him. I was fixated in those beautiful eyes. He tapped my arm and I jumped.

"The box, I'll take it". He said.
"Oh yeah, sorry, the box". I said feeling myself turn red with embarrassment.
"You good"? He asked.
"Yeah, daydreaming". I said as an excuse.

I handed the box over. He put it in the boot and I turned and got into the warm car.

I remember that like it were yesterday. I could have stayed staring into his eyes forever, I just get so lost in them.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!!
I know it's short but it's meaningful to me and maybe others. More to come soon.
Love. Xxx
(Millie)