Intro.

by thederpydino
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~Intro.~

We see each other everyday. I see him and he sees me, but we don't know each other. 

 

I was on my own in life. I just graduated from uni and it was my first year being alone in the world; living by myself and fending to survive. I worked at a fashion designing company, but everyday I would stop by my favorite cafe to grab a morning coffee.

 

Sad to say I worked on New Years' Day, I walked into the cafe January 1st, 2012. First day of the year, second week of my wonderful job. It was just a regular day where nothing significant happened. I just grabbed my coffee and left.

 

But it was the days following when I started noticing. Among all the morning workers grabbing their quick wake up caffeine, there was one that stood out to me. He had brown, curly hair. His eyes were green, and whenever he spoke, his voice was velvety smooth like honey. 

 

Everyday, we saw each other. 6:34 AM exactly, I'd be in line and he'd always be the one in front of me. As time passed, it suddenly became a routine out of habit to make it on time everyday to that cafe I favored. 6:34, 6:34, 6:34. I'd rush if I were to be late, anything to get there on time to see him. And it was funny also, because I rush my butt off to see this boy, of whom I only get to see for about 5 minutes each day. 5 minutes of heaven.

 

I didn't know- and I still don't know now- why he made me feel this way. This has gone on for three whole months already. (I mark my calendar.) I don't know a single piece of information of him other than the way he looks and what he likes to drink. His name, his age, his likes and dislikes.. I am so curious of them all, yet I wonder... I wonder if I stand out to him. It makes me wonder everyday if he notices me; if he sees me. And most of all... if I matter to him just as much as he matters to me. 

 

It's funny how someone as significiant as a presence can develop to something even more and do something like this to me. It baffles me and I'm trapped with no way to escape this feeling that I now officialize as... love.

 

Author's Corner:

Slow & short beginning, but I hope it was alright! Comment and subscribe please~

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