Secret Admirer.

Chapter 1.

Hey, this is my first fanfiction i've posted publicly, so I hope you enjoy reading it. I'd love feedback from you all, and maybe even a vote? :') I'm sorry about the shortness of this chapter, they'll get longer, I promise. Thanks in advance!

- Bree xoxo

'To the girl at the back of  the music store,

I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I heard the song you were listening to, and that explained it all. I was interested, because i've never listened to something that moved me so much.

I bought the CD and guess what? I cried just a little too. That's how it started. Everytime I go to the music store, you're almost always there. Usually listening to different albums, but you always went back to listen to that same song in the end. Sometimes you smile, or laugh, or cry again. And when you do, you honestly take my breath away.

That was it really, until I realised how beautiful you were. And god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.

I wish you'd notice me, standing in the fourth booth away from yours, listening to the song you listened to a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. But I don't have the guts to give you a reason to. I'm scared you'd turn your nose up at me. I'm not all that great.

One of these days, i'll work up the courage to come and talk to you. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about the song you're listening to. But until then, thank you for the song recommendations. I love them.

From the boy a few booths away from yours.

Harry.'

"I can't stop reading this, Mollie. This is honestly the sweetest thing in the world."

"I know," My best friend gushed. "Who do you think wrote it?"

I looked at my booth and shrugged exhaustedly. "I don't know," I sighed. "How do I know this was even meant for me?"

"Like you said, you went outside for a few minutes and came straight back in; the note pinned to your booth."

"And you're sure no other person used that booth after me. Not even for a few minutes?"

"I'm sure," She encouraged. "I'm surprised I didn't see him put it there in the first place."

"Yeah." I trailed off.

Who would write me such a warm-hearted letter? It was so strange. I wouldn't have expected such a thing in a million years. And i'm determined to find out who it was. All I know about this guy is his name; Harry. But how am I suppose to contact him? I have no mobile number, no adress, no small detail of finding this person. And i'm sure there are thousands of 'Harry's' throughout the giant city of England. What could I do to meet -or even thank- this guy for sending me such a sweet letter? I'm honestly stuck for ideas on this one.

"Hey, Yas?"

"What?" I looked up from my thoughts.

"Maybe you should write this guy back. You know, find out more about him. Maybe he could be your soul mate?" She giggled.

I rolled my eyes and slapped her playfully on the arm. "You know I don't believe in that kind of shit," I laughed. "But that isn't such a bad idea. Maybe I should write back. Thanks."

"No worries," She beamed. "Hey, shouldn't you be at work by now? It's ten past twelve. You're mum's going to get mad again."

"Oh yeah," I frowned. "Do you know what would be the best? Working at a music store," Mollie laughed, and I gave her a  slight push. "You're so lucky! I want to work here."

"Too bad, now get back in the kitchen before you're grounded again. I actually want to see you this week."

I laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. See you later!" I gave her a wave before making my way out the door.

I smiled to myself as I wondered through the street. What an interesting morning. It's not everday a girl like me gets something like this. Looks like i've got a bit of writing to do tonight.