W Y A T T

The average time it takes for someone to fall in love is about eight seconds. That's the amount of time a human being usually takes to experience attraction to another human being to the point where they actually fall in love.

I had heard that in a tacky TV commercial that tried to sell houses.

Me? It took me half a second. Maybe even less. One look at Harper Moore and I knew she was it for me. As cheesy and cliché as this sounds, it was love at first sight. And the funniest thing is, I never even believed in that sort of sappy thing. Love at first sight? That's the stuff of Hallmark movies and poorly written novels: unrealistic and easy to sell. But, on that fateful night, December 31st, when I first looked at her, I saw forever in her eyes and a depth of undiscovered layers that I could not wait to peel off. I knew that I belonged with her. I knew that, from that moment on, I could never fall asleep without thinking about her. About her strawberry blonde hair, and ginger highlighted locks that cascaded down her back. About her green eyes that caused me to question if I had ever even seen that color before.

I knew that she was the one, yet I knew so little about her. Heck, I knew nothing about her. But that didn't matter because, in that half a second, I knew that our story had just begun and that I'd have plenty of time to learn more about her.

It's inexplicable, actually. And so unrealistic, because how could I know right then and there that I liked this girl when I had only learned her name? I knew absolutely nothing else about her, other than the fact that she was my sister's friend and that they had History class together. And that she was special and I wanted her like I never wanted anybody else.

"Wyatt?" I heard two familiar voices calling my name, trying to pull me out of my daydream. And, even though it was a blurry vision, I could see in the mirror the reflection of my two friends waving their hands behind me. "Hey, Earth to Wyatt!"

Out of sight of my two friends that sat behind the desk in my dorm room, I looked at the piece of paper in my hand again. The student body had tossed these under our dorm room door's last night. They were fliers, advertising about the freshman reception event, which would be taking place next week, when a bunch of new students from all over the world would be joining Columbia, and start their academic life.

"What?" I asked before spinning around on my swivel chair, where I was sitting backwards, never letting my hands go off the blue and white flier I was holding.

"You're distracted, dude." Jacob, my roommate at Columbia, commented before huffing.

"I just didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all." I quickly said while spinning around on my swivel chair again, allowing my back to face them, making it sound like the perfect excuse to get them off my backs while my brain was still thinking about how next week, Harper and I would officially be going to the same university.

"I bet I know why." My other friend, Jackson, teased. He said those words in a teasing tone, as if he was hinting something, but he didn't know a thing. Jackson lived in the dorm room next door, and the three of us had become a close trio since we started college. But it's not like we were best friends.

"Me too." Jacob stepped in. "I bet you were having some makeup sex with Amy."

That did it for me. I turned back around, this time facing them with a bothered expression that, by the amusing looks on their faces, told me that my friends had gotten the reaction they were hoping for out of me.

"Would you cut it off?" I got up from the chair. "Amy and I will never get back together."

"Remind us again, why did you break up with her?"

I exhaled loudly while putting each of my hands on each side of my waist, before sternly replying to them. "We were different."

That may have been a vague answer, but the last thing I wanted right now was to talk about Amy. Plus, it's not like that wasn't true. Amy and I are different and there are some differences that you can't just adjust to, especially if those are deal breakers and cause you to question if you ever even knew the other person in the first place. It's not like there was bad blood between us, but Amy did prove to be someone I'd rather not be around.

"That's what you keep saying." Jacob rolled his eyes before getting up from his seat as well. "She is so hot, I don't know how you'd let her go."

"She is hot, I'd definitely tap that." Jackson agreed, following Jacob's moves and leveling up with me. "Hey Wyatt, would you mind if I tried my chances with her?"

"What I would mind is you treating her like she's a piece of meat."

Jackson and Jacob are my college friends, which, essentially just means that we met in college, are classmates, we talk and hang out after class, and we happen to like each other just enough. And that's about it. The three of us share the same views on a lot of matters - hence why we're majoring in Human Rights and why we're taking the same classes -, but there are a lot of aspects where I don't just agree with them.

"Seriously, sometimes you guys sound just like straight white males." I muttered, but kept my tone loud enough so they could hear me loud and clear.

The two of them started laughing out loud in front of me. "We are straight while males!"

"Well, then stop acting like it!"

The thing with Jackson, Jacob and pretty much half my peers, is that they come from wealthy families who have always given them anything they ever wanted. Food, clothes, top education, you name it... they always had it. Me? Well, my background isn't too different from theirs, with the exception that me and my sister, Chloé, have always had to work for what we wanted, and that allowed me to understand my privileges, which is why I have taken such a big interest in Human Rights and why I want to use those privileges to help others and make a difference in the world. Instead, people like Jacob and Jackson chose this major because they didn't want to be like their families and follow a lineage of surgeons or politics or even lawyers.

They're humble enough to acknowledge their privileges and they chose this path because they want to help make a change in the world. And although they have their hearts in the right place, they still have a lot to learn, just like we all do. But when I hear comments like these, I do what I believe to be my part, and call them out.

"Anyway, what do y'all want to do?" Jackson grabbed the basketball he brought with him and dribbled it on the floor. "You wanna play?"

Jacob sntached the ball away from him and let out a coy laugh. "You're going down!"

I stood in my position, barely moving, as the thought of Harper took over all my senses, almost as a vivid dream. It was like I was seeing her, smelling her, touching her... Damn, I wish I could do all of those things.

Although when I fell hard for her, I knew nothing about her, that wasn't the case now. After our instant connection at the New Year's party, we had hung out a few times and we had gotten to know each other a bit more, but barely. We always spent time together when we were with our friends, so we were rarely alone, which didn't allow us to pursue what was there in front of us. Except for that time in Vegas.

I keep thinking she must be thrilled about joining Columbia and starting college next week. It's always been her dream to study here and live in New York.

And then I had my light-bulb moment.

"Hey guys," I started, "I was thinking maybe we could go put our names down for the freshman reception."

"Dude, that's gonna be so boring." Jackson said after he caught the ball and they stopped dribbling.

"Come on, it won't be." I tried to convince them. "Didn't you like it when the sophomores and seniors were there for us when we started?"

My two friends exchanged a look that meant that they weren't that into it and that I clearly wasn't making the compelling case I thought I was, which, in all fairness I probably wasn't because that event is only fun if you're the freshman in that situation.

But then they looked back at me, and when they did, I knew I had convinced them to take up on my offer.

"Fine, we can go." Jacob inched his shoulders in a lazy shrug.

"That's the spirit." I added while my lips curled upwards into a smile I hadn't had on my face in a while.

Next week I was finally seeing Harper again, and I would get to talk to her again and I would make sure she would not be the one to get away.

How could I have been so sure, on that critical night, that she was the woman of my dreams when I didn't know her?

To this day, I am still waiting to find out the answer to that question. 

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author's note

hello lovelies, and welcome to "Loose Ends of You and Me"! i hope you liked the first chapter and i hope you will like the next ones <3 

wow, i really did miss writing dual pov stories! next chapter is harper's, who's excited?

question: first impression of wyatt? love him already? or is he coming on a little too strong?

bonus question: do you believe in love at first sight?

if you liked it, don't forget to vote, comment (i'd love to hear your thoughts!),  and share it with your friends!

lastly, i just wanna add, LEOYAM is the second book of the Cosmic Love Series, so, if you'd like you can read The Beginning of The End (book 1), to get to know the installment of the story a bit more. but anyway, this story can be read as a standalone for! sure!

see you next week 💘

xoxo, mars