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I laid on my bed trying to distract myself by reading a book. With everything going on I needed it. It wasn't working.

"So, you're just going to ignore me? Pretend you're not in love with me anymore," Harry's voice said inside my head.

"I'm not," I lie to myself.

"Sometimes I wish I could run my hands through your curls," he says quoting my letter to him, "and feel your strong arms around my-"

"Enough!"

"He can get annoying, can't he?" This time it was Harrison's voice. Harry's disappears. "Cool trick right? I can do it again if you want." Woah.

I close my eyes and my book. What is wrong with me?

In the afternoon of the next day, I set off to find a certain someone. I couldn't find him anywhere until I wandered into the right park. And low and behold, there he was. Playing football with his friends.

I walked toward him with purpose.

One guy passes him the ball, and he starts running down the field (pitch) with it. He comes to a stop when he notices me. I don't know how long he'd been playing, but he had sweat stains all over his shirt and his front small curls stuck to his forehead.

"Y/N?" He has a confused look on his face. His friends just watched us from a distance.

I stop a meter away from him. My eyes search his face. I had to say it quick before I change my mind.

"Let's do this."

He seems to understand what I mean. He steps closer to me, leaving the ball behind. His hands grip the sides of my face and he lowers down to suddenly kiss me. I hadn't been expecting it but I kiss back regardless. Because that's what a girlfriend would do.

I pull away after a few seconds. "Okay," I patted at his chest to push him away subtly, "I'll see you later, at five, at the diner."

He nods his head. "Don't drive," he points at me while backing up.

"I won't. You go back to... that," I gesture to his friends.

"Yeah, okay," he kicks the ball between his feet, "bye."

"Bye. Have a nice day!" I turn around and walk away.

'Have a nice day'? Does anyone even say that?