E.

The day started at 6 am. My day off.

I pull my sweatshirt on along with my running shorts and shoes. It's not as cold as it's been outside. The sun is glimmering brightly in the sky, causing me to squint as I run. I put my playlist on shuffle as I turn the corner of the block to start my thirty minute jog.

After around five minutes, my feet are already aching. But I push through the pain and continue to run. My playlist stops randomly. I groan and pull my phone from my pocket as I continue to run.

While being distracted, I run into a large body. "Oh shi-" I pause as I see who it is. "Are you following me?" I ask, out of breath.

Harry chuckles. "I'm pretty sure you're the one who ran into me." He inquires, pulling out his earbuds. His chest rises and falls at a quick pace.

I suck in a large breath and nod with a laugh. "Right, right. Sorry. It's early."

"Maybe you shouldn't be running at six am," he teases with a laugh.

"I guess so." I reply with a smile, looking around. "Where's your crowd?"

He smiles cheekily and shrugs, "At school or asleep."

"Oh yeah, I forgot that all of your fans are teenagers." I slow my breathing by putting my hands on my head.

"Hey now, I've got a few dads thst listen to my music." He winks. The small gesture makes me nervous.

"Heh. Yeah. Nice seeing you." I say quietly, rushing past him.

"If you're so out of breath, you should take a break!" He shouts after me, joking in his tone. I scuffle to a stop and look at him with a glare.

"Yeah? Well, maybe we should race, pretty boy." I say snarkily.
He laughs and catches up to me.

"Pretty boy, huh?" He cackles, pushing back his wind swept hair.

"Mhm," I reply with a nod. "Around the block and back. Go!"

I speed ahead of him, laughing as I hear his shoes scuff against the concrete as he chases after me. "That's not fair!" He yells. I stiffle a laugh. "You're a cheater." His voice says next to me as he races ahead.

I almost stop in confusion but I pump my feet faster, turning the corner after him. I'm still a good three meters away from him. My competitive side explodes as soon as I see where we're supposed to finish.

My legs push harder and feet fly faster and soon enough, I pass him and finish first. My heart paces quickly once I stop. He comes up next to me and raises a brow. "I let you win." He notifies me, sitting on the ground.

"Pretty hard to tell," I come back. "You're the one dying down there."

He laughs and shakes his head at me, falling back. For a moment, the only sound is the streets of New York until he speaks up. "You're good, I'll give you that. Did you run track in school?" He grunts as he pulls himself to his feet.

"Surprisingly, no. I just like to run. The girls on the track team weren't very..."

"Friendly?" He finishes my sentence.

"That's a nice way to put it." I smile and lean against the brick side of one of the buildings. I watch as sweat rolls down his forehead. "You're sweating like a pig."

"Pigs don't have sweatglands." He replies blandly.

"Huh." I huff. "Didn't take you do the smart type."

"Well, I guess you don't know me as much as you assumed." He teases, pulling his sweatshirt off, revealing his glimmering, sweating torso. A butterfly tattoo sits in the middle of his chest.

"Guess I don't." I say quietly, looking over all of his tattoos. He seems to notice, so I look away.

"Well, you can learn..." He starts. "By going to dinner with me?" He offers.

I laugh loudly and pause. "Oh. You were being serious!" I exclaim. He nods and throws out another cheeky grin. My instincts tell me to agree. "That was smooth and it sounds delightful and all, but I made plans with my friend..." I lie.

"Yeah?" He continues with, "What's their name?" He eyes me, making me nervous.

"Imagine." I blurt out.

"Imagine. What's her last name? Ary?" He chuckles.

I eye him. "How did you know?"

"So, you're going out with your friend Imagine Ary..." He goes over the conversation calmly. "Seems legit."

I reply with a nod.

"If you don't want to get some food, you could've told me." He states, nudging me lightly with his shoulder.

"Dates aren't my thing." I sigh, scratching the back of my neck.

"Woah! Who said it's a date?" He asks, furrowing his brows with a sly smirk. "Maybe I just wanted you to come get a bite to eat...? As acquaintances, I figured that it was mandatory to get to know eachother."

I stop him before he continues. "Okay."

"Okay?" He grins.

"What time?" I give in, pulling out my phone.

"Give me your number and I'll message you later with the details." He winks.

I huff and read him off my phone number.