Love me like you do; 1D

His light brown hair was tousled up in a few different directions; quite messy, but it looked adorable. His blue eyes were practically radiating from where he was standing. And I couldn’t help but to melt a little. God, he just looked so perfect.
He was wearing a denim jacket and a plain white shirt inside, which looked so good on him. He wasn’t that tall as he stood straight his back against the brick wall of the building as the wind blew in his hair.
I never really liked the typical stereotype guys.
Tall buff and model looking guys. I only liked him.
I was a photographer I have always looked at things in a different way.
I would spend hours upon hours editing photos that I had took and create them into something more, something better.
I’d spend my days in the coffee shop burying my face into my laptop designing different things sometimes he would walk into the coffee shop, he’d always order the same thing always he’d dig into the back of his pocket for his wallet and give the woman the right amount of change not once did he notice me staring at him.
I’m the girl who always gets nervous around guys.
The girl that blushes at every little cute romantic sappy thing a guy says or does.
The kind of girl that would cry over a sad love story.
The girl who cried over the notebook.
The girl who had that one best friend that would be there to cheer her up after a breakup.
And this guy wouldn’t even give her the time of day.
Not by a long shot.

[To make it clear I am not copying anyone's story idea's this is my own idea my own story that my friend and I are working on. i'll be posting a chapter each day. enjoy.]