The clouds were a dark grey, moving slowly toward the covered sun. Voices and cries could be heard from the other side of the door. I sat in silence in the lonely storage room, looking out the window. I felt empty and senseless...but mostly angry. I was angry at myself for letting this happen. Even though I tried my best to help, I just still felt helpless.
I fumbled with the black lace of my dress, trying to clear my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get the image of him out of my mind. Harry. I still could hear his laugh, smell his cologne he wore almost everyday, and see the green eyes that were filled with happiness and love. I kept reminiscing of all the beautiful moments we shared together. The times when we were so care-free, not worrying about what everyone thought. Our love was strong for each other, nothing we had ever experienced for each other. I still remember the first day we met...
I snapped another photo of the Eiffel Tower, not satisfied with the previous ones I took. The December air was cold, slightly brushing my face. I took a couple of more photos of the beautiful tower in Paris before finishing. I grabbed my things and started walking back to my hotel.
"Excuse me," I turned around, hearing a male's voice behind me, "You dropped this." His hair was dark brown, tucked into a beanie with some curls hanging out. His bright green eyes were looking into mine. I looked down to see my old scarf in his right hand, held out to me.
"Oh, thank you! I didn't notice I left it." I said with a smile, retrieving my scarf from him.
"It's no problem at all. I'm Harry by the way. Harry Styles." He held out his hand, my own shaking it."
"I'm Anastasia Smith. And I know, I'm a big fan." I giggled. His dimple grew deep in his cheek while we shook hands.
"Haha, well thank you," his accent spoke through his chuckle, "You seem like a nice girl, Anastasia." I felt my cheeks go slightly red due to the fact that one of my favorite celebrities was complimenting me.
"Well, thanks! You seem like a nice guy, too. " I looked down and played with the stitching of my scarf, not sure of what to do or say.
"Maybe...you would like to hang out sometime? Do you live here in Paris?"
"Yeah that sounds cool! And I wish! It's beautiful here. I'm just staying for a couple of more days and I'm going back to where I live, California." I met his green eyes that never left mine.
"Same here. We should definitely hang out before we leave." He smiled and bit his lip, my gaze turned back to my scarf resting in my arms, feeling my cheeks go red yet again.
-End of flashback-
Remember that day, Harry? Our first time meeting? I also remember how much we hung out after that day. We started becoming inseparable. Ever since I went back to California, our friendship started to fade a little, but we made the effort to visit and contact each other as much as possible. Our bond started to grow stronger and stronger. We soon began to tell each other everything, becoming best friends. I still remember the day you asked me out...and our first date.
"You're making a mess!" Harry said when I accidentally spilled some sprinkles all over the counter.
"Haha shutup! I'm trying my best to not make a mess!" We were making ice cream sundaes in my apartment's kitchen on a warm LA day in July.
"Your ice cream looks amazing," he joked.
"Thanks, it does look amazing doesn't it?" I replied sarcastically. My bowl was covered with ice cream, sprinkles, candy, and whipped cream. We always had fun doing little things like this, just enjoying one another's company. We never had a lot of chances to spend time together, Harry with his career and living in England, and me with college.
"You have something on your face." Harry looked over at me.
"Really? What is it?" I started touching my face nervously. Harry poured some whipped cream onto my face, followed by chocolate syrup.
"Are you serious?!" I yelled. His smile grew big and he looked like a child.
I grabbed some ice cream and put it on his face, laughing while doing it. It soon turned into an ice cream fight with each other. We were covered in all the food we used, laughing on the floor. Harry's eyes were filled with joy and happiness.
"You're adorable." He whispered. His dimple grew deep in his cheek as his grin widened.
"Anastasia, I was wondering...if..." He hesitated and looked around the room, trying to find words to say, "Would you consider going out on a date with me?" He nervously spoke the words slowly. To be honest, I have had a crush on Harry even before I met him, the feeling becoming stronger as we bonded. It was strange to think that he might like me back because I always thought he only saw me as a best friend.