~Enchanted~ (One Direction FanFiction)

You open the door to Statbucks where a handsome young boy with dimples and a peachy smile. His green emrald eyes were beautiful. You smile at them loosing yourself. You feel your hand freeze up and your body tense ans he comes near. As if your drowned in his eyes and time stopped. Soon the books you were carrying were scattered on the concrete and an ice coffee was stained all over them. 

"No my journal!" you say regretting each word. You pick up the books. You were startled. A long clamy hand was stretched out on yours.

"Im so so sorry let me get that for you." a deep husky voice says. You look up. It was the boy you were starring at.  The handsome boy your body was aching to meet..

"I got it." you say. You were mad because your journal was everything. Ever since your mom died you just wrote and wrote in it. You wrote songs and were planning on writing another while getting the usual coffee.

The boy rushes into Starbucks then back outside with a handful of napkins. He wiped the extract off the journal. And then off your top. You blushed as his long hands brushed against the shrt until realising it was see through. You felt odd looks but looked down seeing him smile looking carefully at the shirt your grinn became noticeable. He through out the napkin walking back putting a hand in his pocket of the long jacker he wear.He apologized once again.

"Its okay Its my fault I got distracted." you reply. He still disagrees. He offers to but you a coffee. The mystery boy opens the door for you. You both order an ice decaff coffee. You go sit at a booth at the back of Starbucks. The playful conversation starts.

"No my journal!" you say regretting each word. You pick up the books. You were startled. A long clamy hand was stretched out on yours.

"Im so so sorry let me get that for you." a deep swirly voice says. You look up. It was the boy you were starring at. 

"I got it." you say. You were mad because your journal was everything. Ever since your mom died you just wrote and wrote in it. You wrote songs and were planning on writing another while getting the usual coffee.

The boy rushes into Starbucks then back outside with a handful of napkins. He wiped the extract off the journal. And then off your top. He apologized once again.

"Its okay Its my fault I got distracted." you reply. He still disagrees. He offers to but you a coffee. The mystery boy opens the door for you. You both order an ice decaff coffee. You go sit at a booth at the back of Starbucks. The playful conversation starts.