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Key Italics= Y/N Bold = Number Five Both = Y/N and Number Five
I tap my foot anxiously.It's 9.58 p.m. and I'm absolutely terrified. What if Y/N doesn't come? Or what if she comes just to say that shewon'tforgive me?
I hastily check my watch and it ticks to 9.59. My heart is palpitating and nervousness threatens to overtake me.
I dust off imaginarydirt from my sharpest suit. I decidedto wear it as I wanted to make a statement and maybe, just maybe impress Y/N.
I grip the railing that runs around the entire top floor and my knuckles turn white. Just breathe, Five, you'll get through this.
A few minutes later, it's already 10.03 at night. I guess she's not coming. I sigh in defeat and try not to let the hot tears spill. I'mabout to turn and leave when the door suddenly bangs open.
I rush up the stairs two at a time. I must be breaking Olympic records with how fastI'm sprinting. My flipping alarm clock didn'twake me up in time for Five's meeting.
Panting, Iburstthrough the door on the top floor. "I'mhere!"
Five is staring incredulously at me. Realisation at how I must look hits me and Iattempt to smoothen my wild h/c hair. I maintain eye contact with his beautiful forest green eyes, in whichI can see my reflection shimmering.
He'swearing what must be the greatest suit on earth. It outlines his body and makes the sharpness of his incredible jawline pop. I nearly melt into a puddle while staring at him.
Y/N's here! She's really here! I can'tbelieve it! I can barely refrain myself from leaping in joy and dancing like a madman.
