A day and a half. I have waited an entire day and a half. Just 5 more hours to go! I have not went to sleep since yesterday, and today, I'm not sleeping because I just can't. Excitement builds within me, and my eyes won't close for more than two milliseconds. I will finally get to see the girl my brain and heart are yearning for, for no particular reason.
It was ridiculous if you ask me.
I wonder why I'm acting like this. This is kind of cliche, hooked on a girl.
But have you ever been drawn to something that you know you shouldn't be? Like the present your mom tells you to stay away from?
She was the present. I needed to unwrap her, and find out what she was hiding...
So, to keep my mind off things, I decided to distract myself with stupid questions.
In Yankee Doodle, did he call his pony or the feather macaroni?
If a bald person is a chef, do they still have to wear hairnets while cooking?
Why is abbreviated such a long word?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their
Wewee when they ask where the bathroom is?
By the time I finish pondering the questions, I see I killed an hour.
A yawn dares escapes my mouth. No! I won't give in!
I felt so jittery and melodramatic at the same time.
Oh, how about- thinking about where to take her on a date?
A restaurant- a lake, a beach, anything. I don't know.
What if she alike allergic to water?
Really Harold?" I internally groan at myself.
She likes the water. I know that because that rock by the water was like her solace.
It maybe soothes her.
Or a more public place? Why would she want to go to a secluded little lake with a stranger? Or maybe the beach? There are plenty of people at the beach?
No. It's October in America. On the east coast. She'll freeze her ass off.
But she's been there before- but like we won't swim- unless she wants to..
Ok restaurant it is.
I remember some restaurants from the other day, and how that stroll down the street was precisely for this purpose.
But then my mind wanders to that "Cherry" chick. I could've sworn she was Avaline. The sunglasses and American accent had been messing with my head, though.
My eyes begin to close and I stared up at the ceiling.
I am so tired. But my mind doesn't want me to.
Looking at the clock, two hours to go.
It's 6am and I could get up, but now I'm rather sluggish.
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Styles. Harry Styles.
FanfictionHarry was lost. He needed a light to guide him. She couldn't give him what he needed. See, she was lost too. She couldn't save them both. But she gave him all the light she could supply, until she burned out. And that's precisely what happened. He...
