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I still remember the day, I walked into the neighborhood coffee shop to grab the cakes my sister was craving.. You know I had resisted, I didn't want to get out of the couch. I still remember it, like it was yesterday my love. I had walked up to noe just like every other time and he had asked me to wait. I was sat three tables away from you. You were wrapped up in yourself, a cliche romance book in hand, wobbly lips and emerald eyes full of tears. I noticed how the dull winter light passed through those golden brown luscious curls, casting the most enchanting shadow over your features. I saw the oversized sweater that engulfed you like a blanket, I noticed the sweater paws from which one silver emerald ring was peaking out. Who knew, you'll be wearing my name on it three years later. Who knew, you would be in my arms 5 decades, 7 years and 240 days later, telling me that you'll be waiting for me at the gate on the other side.
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I could feel eyes on me from a mile away, I was in the cafe my mum owned. I love this little building, there is no better place to be than here, people don't think it's that great tho. I donno why, it always have that sweet, comforting aroma bakeries have, the smell of coffee is not so strong which I was on my third cup of the day, it's almost evening though. I'm halfway through my book. It's a romance, I love love, it's beautiful, I am crying though, it's breaks my heart when they love each other but won't stay together. But the book is not over yet.. There's hope. It doesn't stop. I can still feel eyes on me, it's been around an hour I suppose. I am almost scared to look up but I gather my wits and peak just over the rim of the book, there a boy, my age. He is pretty, that's what I notice first from so far away, he is looking at me directly like I am looking at him. He waved when he saw I was watching him too. He has gorgeous hair.. I close my book and keep it down, he is still looking. I wave back. Noe handed him a big packet, he has been talking to the boy, the boy didn't pay attention, he us rummaging through the packet.. I can't help but giggle when noe slapped him over the head. The boy heard, he turned towards me and smirked, then said goodbye and started to leave, but then he stopped at the gate and looked back at me, smiled and finally left..
It's 6:30 pm and I am very rudely kicked out of my house AGAIN because my sister's boyfriend is coming to meet her. I am a little happy though, I don't wanna be there when they start their shenanigans.. *shivers*.. Ew.
Anyways.. Since I'm "homeless " For the next couple hours till he leaves when our parents decide to come home.. I remembered the cafe and the boy again. The way he was so comfortable on the bench, I don't think he would have returned after I left.. Maybe he did, there's hope.
When I reach the cafe, it smells life chocolate muffins, so stella is baking fresh muffins.. My Lucky day.. I enter and see that the cafe is very crowded, it's usually not so crowded, I spy noe taking an order, he sees me and signs me to come with him, asking me what i need again.. I summarise the situation, honestly he doesn't need to be told.. He just rolled his eyes and told me there's no free seat. I'm a little disappointed, but as I turn to leave, I see that the other side of the last bench with the curly headed lad is empty. I fold my arms and make a face at noe. As I take a step forward, noe grabs my hand and told me to not go there. I am kind curious now.. Why not.. Noe takes me to the other end and tells me how the lad was supposed to finish his super important thesis and has specifically requested not to be disturbed..
So I do the first thing that comes to my brain.. I go straight to the emerald eyed, curly to ask if he would let me sit by him if I don't speak or disturb him in any form. As he looked at me over the rim of his book once again, I can see he is very clearly surprised, I try the friendliest approach and signed him with my hands that I'll be silent if he lets me sit, He just nods his head yes.
We have been sitting besides each other for what feels like forever. The boy is charming, to say the least. brown hair, gorgeous eyelashes, emerald green irises, defined jawline, he is like a male supermodel. I would be wrong if I say he doesn't have a fashion sense, dark washed jeans, white shirt, grey blazer and matching blue scarf had my heart run a mile a minute. He has a certain confidence to himself and he uses it better than most people I have met in my life. I still don't know his name though.
I was busy observing him, but ended up falling asleep, slightly disturbed when a phone vibrated.
'Hello"A soft melodic voice whines beside me. I was sort of just taking a nap. I thought I mistook an Angel voice, but proved myself wrong when I heard him again. "I'll be outside in 10 minutes, mumma. I love you".. As I open my eyes I see him smiling softly to himself while starting to pack all his stuff into the bag pack. For a rather soft, self occupied person he sure was a little on the messier side, all the things just strewn about the table, half of which wasn't even used.
Oh well, if my own room is anything to go by, I have nothing to save face. He stands up as I do, he saw me get ready to leave as well and gave me the most enchanting and bewitching smile I have even seen in my life.. As he starts to walk away I can't help but desire to know his name. However before he can disappear, I call, "hey" He stops at the track between the seats and just Looks halfway behind himself, 'okay this is your time zayn' I mumble... I tell myself as I step ahead that I will get his name without getting anxious, he don't fully turn around to see me, I walk up to him and offer my hand for a handshake, "Zain javadd malik, prefer to be called Zayn "
Two seconds, he' staring at the hand
Five seconds, he looked up at my face,
Ten seconds.
He was still staring at the hand.. This is getting awkward. I am almost about to bring by hand down when I feel cold fingers clasp my hand, a firm shake like he decided I am safe.. Weird...
"Styles, Harry Edward styles. My friends call me haz."
"So, can I call you haz? "
"Depends".
"On what "
" If I'll find you on that bench on Saturday, 4 pm".
Oh well, I love challenges...