There's a lot of dialogue, but it's important, so read it.
I took one of his loose curls in between my fingers, "What's so bad about being you?"
He opened his mouth to continue, but before he could, I pushed every worry in my head to the back of my mind and kissed him.
I knew that his eyes were wide open in shock, but soon he closed them and started moving his lips against mine. But soon enough, he pulled away, gasping for air.
Once he regained his breath, he looked at me carefully, as if looking for words to say. He looked down at the worn out converse on his feet and took a deep breath. The words he said shocked me.
"We shouldn't be doing this."
I raised my eyebrows as he soon began to walk away. Who just kisses and walks away? I shouldn't have let him go, but he was already too far. I lost his mop of curls in a crowd of people on the busy street. I sighed and ran my fingers through the front of my hair.
I cursed and started bolting after him.
I ignored all the dirty stares I was getting.
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," I chanted to myself.
I saw his unmistakable curly hair once again.
His curls were getting closer and closer.
I started seeing the outfit he was wearing once again.
I rammed into somebody and lost sight of him.
I got up and looked down at the person I knocked over.
It was a girl about my with straight dark hair.
"M'sorry." I helped the girl up and she brushed her skirt off.
"Why were you running?"
I looked down. "It's a long story."
"So shorten it." I looked back up at the girl.
Let's hope she's not homophobic.
"My ex-boyfriend, he got the wrong message when I did something. I kissed him and he ran away, and I was trying to catch up with him."
She nodded once again.
"What did you do?"
"I-I, um.. Beatuphisbrother."
"I beat up his brother, okay?" I didn't mean to snap, but I was in a bad mood.
"Why?" She looked at me strange.
"He did something."
She sighed and we both moved to a less congested area on the concrete.
"Maybe something happened to his brother."
I recalled when Marcel said that Harry's girlfriend got into a car accident because of a drunk driver. She was left in critical condition and ended up dying. He said that Harry was never the same.
"Well how can I get him back? I love him so much it hurts. I just... I feel like I can spend the rest of my life with him, he's so amazing in every way possible.
He always made me happy when I was sad. It made me know I was the luckiest guy ever. But I lost him because I was stupid. How do I get the one person that made me happy back?"
She was left in thought for a minute.
"Tell him that."
I brought my eyebrows together.
"I can't do that! I would make a fool of myself!" I ran my fingers through my hair which messed it up.
"I only just met you, and I don't really know either you or your boyfriend that well, but I know that you love him. You need to show him."
I nodded my head, agreeing with her words. An internal fight began.
I loved him a lot. More than I can fathom into thoughts.
But I would make a fool of myself. I would probably end up tripping on my words and blushing and ugh.
But I love him. He would love my attempt.
I would look like a fool!
I guess that's worth the risk.
"I'll tell him."
The girl smiled and pat me on the back.
"What's your name?" I questioned.
"I'm not important," she said back.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
I looked up to think of a response. By the time I looked back down, she was far out of sight.
I guess it's now or never.
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Too Good To Be True (Larcel/Loucel.)Fanfiction
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