Secret Admirer.

Chapter 2.

"I hope you get this letter in return. I would love to hear back from you. Thanks again! Signed, Yasmin." My best friend had a smug smile on her face as she read the end of my letter out loud.

"So what do you think?"

"It's almost as sweet as his," She beamed. I raised my eyebrows. "But you could have been  sweeter."

I groaned. "Mollie, I don't even know this guy. He could be a twelve-year old try hard. Or even an eighty-year old pervert!" I snatched the note from her. "I'll play it casual at first, alright? I don't want to risk falling for someone so fast. Especially someone I don't know. I don't want history to repeat itself. Do you understand?"

She rolled her eyes at me like I was the stupidest person on Earth. "But he could be an eighteen-year old sweetheart!" She fantasized.

"Did you even listen to what I said?" I walked over to my kitchen sink and huffed out a sigh. "This could be a trap."

"I doubt it-"

"I don't," I cut her off with the swish of my hand. "It's happened before, I don't want it to happen again."

"But-"

Again, I cut her off, and repeated my words slower, and more careful as if i was speaking to somebody from a different country. "It's happened before, I don't  want it to happen again."

She nodded and bit down on the sandwhich I didn't eat for lunch. It's like i'm talking to a brick wall rather than a person. And people ask me why I deal with problems on my own. It's because I have Mollie as a best friend. Don't get me wrong, I love her to bits. But-

"Oh my god, Yas. Someone's at the door!" Mollie jumped out of her chair faster than i've ever seen her go. She sped down the hall and around the corner almost tripping over her feet in the process. "Holy shit, Yasmin, get your ass here."

"What?" I rolled my eyes and followed to where she was. "Who is it?"

She gestured her hands to the door, signalling for me to open it. I gave her a weird look, but opened the door within a second, only to find a man standing there with what looked like a contract and a bouquet of flowers.

"Um, sorry but I think you have the wrong-"

"Wrong house number?" He chuckled. "No, it says it's for this adress. Would you please sign here, ma'm."

I looked at Mollie, then looked at the contract. "There must be some mistake," I furrowed my brows in confusion. "These can't be for me."

The man looked at me like I was insane. And honestly, I started to think I was too. Who else could these be for? It's just me and my mum that live here. And who would send my mum flowers?

"Here, i'll sign," Mollie pushed me aside and signed the contract before grabbing the flowers and shutting the door in the mans face. "Easy peasy." She shrugged, and walked off in the direction of the kitchen.

I sighed, and trailed behind her, still thinking that there was some kind of mistake. "Mollie, I-" I stopped talking as soon as I saw her face. She looked at me as if she found the cure for cancer. "What?"

"Maybe it's from him!" She squealed and smelled the flowers.

"No," I frowned. "He doesn't know my name, let alone where I live. Besides, who would put the time and effort into somebody they don't even know?"

"Yasmin, there's a card." I pouted. Again, like i'm talking to a brick wall.

"Oh my god," She gasped. "To the girl at the back of the music store." She began to read the card out loud. But quickly, I snatched it off her and read it myself.

"To the girl at the back of the music store," I cleared my throat. "You're probably wondering how I know where you live. Let's just say your beautiful red hair is hard to miss," I blushed. "Don't worry, i'm not a crazy stalker. I've just never been so intrigued by a girl i've never met before. I'm going to keep this short, and mention that I really want to meet you. I've left my cellphone hidden inside the bouquet. If you want to meet me too, call the number that's under the name 'Louis.' Then you'll be able to hand me my phone back. If you don't want to meet me, forget it. Keep my phone and throw the flowers in the trash bin out the front. That way i'll be able to see the flowers and not get my hopes up. Not only would I have lost my mobile, but I would have also lost the most beautiful girl in the world, even though she isn't mine. I hope I get to see you. Lots of love, Harry."

I looked up from the card and found myself smiling. I looked over at Mollie and found her absolutely stunned. Her reaction was greater than mine.

"Call him," She told me instantly. "Or I will."

We shared an intense stare, both of us a meter away from each other. She held the bouquet in her hand, occasionally staring at the iPhone poking out of the leaves. "You wouldn't.." I pushed.

"Or would I?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

We shared another few second glance before I took action. I swiftly knocked the bouquet out of her hand, the flowers flying one direction, the cell phone flying a different one.  I looked over at Mollie, she was standing frozen as was I,  her eyes staring fiercely into mine. All of a sudden, both of us slid on our hands and knees across the tiled floor, grabbing at the phone hungrily.

"Mollie, don't!"

"Let go of me!"

"Stop!"

"Give me the phone!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"I don't want to call him!"

"But I do, don't be a wimp, just call him!"

I sighed, and fell back onto the floor. "I give up. Call him, whatever."

"Yay," she squeaked. "You won't regret this."

"Whatever you say." I mumbled. I was so going to regret this.

Soonly enough, I could hear the sound of button's being pressed. She was actually doing this.

Then came the sound of multiple rings. She was definitely doing this.

Then there was the sound of a phone being picked up on the other end. She did it..

"Hello? This is Harry."