There he is. Again. His dark curls meet my eyes again. Just as any other day would go by, he sits there at his desk occasionally playing with his hair. I sit two rows behind him and every time I look over at him he either puts on his cute concentrating face or the simple cheeky cupcake Harry. Either way, I still fall in the trap and love him over and over again each and everyday until one day I find out something I never could have ever possibly thought would be true...but is he serious? How could something so great happen to a girl like me?
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