𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐝 {𝐇.𝐒}
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  • Reads 159,413
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  • Parts 62
  • Time 4h 26m
Complete, First published Oct 15, 2017
Mature
I quickly get into my car and drive to the downtown Starbucks. When I arrive there is only me, a tall blonde chick, and a dark haired man. This man was gorgeous, had the eyes of emerald, and dimples deeper than a sea. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a long sleeve black shirt. He had a nice build, slim but muscular. His hair was a curly mess, but looked good on him. 

He got his coffee and walked casually out of the door that was near me. He walked straight past me as if I wasn't there. 

Well, he doesn't know me so I guess that it doesn't really matter. I walked up to the counter and ordered my drink and then waited for it to be fixed. 

The door chimed and the same man from earlier had walked through the door. "Um I forgot my straw..." he says out loud and both the girl at the counter and the girl waiting for her drink awes in his presence, completely taken over by his amount of hotness. 

He walked over to get a straw and while he was at the counter, my order was ready. "Emery!" The woman called and I hurriedly got up and received my drink. When he saw me he looked at me with a scowl. What the hell did I do to him? 

He then got the straw and walked away.
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EXCERPT: I scoffed and waved my hands in the air dramatically in ickiness. Eeww it Smells like tuna!!!! I gagged and looked up. MARCEL HARRY STYLES "You fucking little cunt!!! You have four damn eyes use them before I pull them out with my bare hands idiot!!!" I threatened "look what you did!!! It's zayns sweater fucking bloody hell!!!" I shouted. Sam came over with napkins and helped me clean it. "I-I'm sorry. I was erm distracted" he studdered and tried to help me clean up the food off the hoodie "No shit Sherlock!" I snapped and I felt the entire schools populations eyes on me. Fuck I grabbed a Gatorade from the table nearby which I'm sure was some kids but he'll I'll pay for it later. I took matters into my own hands and poured the Gatorade onto his curly head. You would've thought he would have winced or curled into a ball but nope he just stood there and took what had him coming. Everyone began to laugh and point and I'm sure he's experienced this thousands of times before.