Everything changes
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Leah's POV
Andrew grabbed a hold of my hand, and turned me around to look him in the eye.
- I love you Leah, he simply stated, so please forgive me, this fight Is killing me! I'd do anything to make it up to you, you know that.
And suddenly I couldn't keep my hands down my sides anymore. I explored the hair I had touched a million times before, though it looked a bit different now. His eyes sparkled of happiness as I started closing the distance between our lips, centimetre for centimetre. I could feel his breath on my skin and was just about to-
I woke up by my phone ringing, abruptly opening my eyes. It was just a dream. My fingers instantly went to my lips, examining them. The weird thing was, I didn't feel a single regret for not being with Andrew anymore. I think I could finally say the words, after weeks of laying in bed, eating ice cream with Leo, and to top it all off, an absolutely amazing night with Harry last night. Yes I could say the words.
I was over him.
Oh right, my phone still made me very aware of the fact that someone was trying to reach me, by its aggressive vibrating on the floor.
-Hello! I answered it, with a smile on my face for the first time in weeks.
-Sounds like you're in a good mood? A dark, raspy voice said, I could almost hear his smirk through the phone. Wow, I mean, Harry really had a dark and raspy voice usually, but his morning voice. Oh lord. Let's just say you'd think it couldn't get any raspier, but then you're wrong.
-I'm over him! I simply said, knowing that he would understand the meaning behind the words by an instant.
-Oh god, Leah, that's amazing!
-Yeah, I know. So, do you want to go out for a fika today? To celebrate sort of?
-Yeah sure I'd love to hang out with you. Just one thing, fika? the way Harry said the word was really funny and I couldn't help but start laughing.
-Haha oh that. Well actually that's a word from the language I speak, Swedish. It means taking a coffee, sort of, but it's much better since you Brits don't drink any coffee anyway. When you go out for a fika, you can have anything, doughnuts, sandwiches, coffee, your precious tea, smoothie. Basically anything! I stated, proud of myself that I had brought a new word to Harry's knowledge.
-Aha, so fika... Al right then, why don't you come over to my place and well have some fika?
-Okay! So I'll see you in a couple of hours? I just woke up actually.
-Okay great, see you then.
I ended the call. Well if you look at the way my day has went so far, I was really excited to see how the rest of it turned out!
My feet moved in a fast pace towards Harry's house, on Bleecker street. As I arrived I felt a sting of... Wait, that can't be right. I was nervous. I made an attempt to calm my stomach down, and pushed the black doorbell button.
-Oh hello love, how nice to see you here! Louis shouted as he opened the door, and pulled me into a hug.
-Ehum, hi Lou. Are all the other boys here? I asked, not really knowing what I wanted the answer to be.
-Nah, you have little Hazza all to yourself. At least for a while, the lads are joining us In a couple of hours, if that's suits your schedule? He joked but suddenly turned serious. You know, I've missed you, I hope you're okay.
Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house, without even giving me time to take off my converse.
-So I've heard about the "fika". Now what the hell is that?
Andrew grabbed a hold of my hand, and turned me around to look him in the eye.
- I love you Leah, he simply stated, so please forgive me, this fight Is killing me! I'd do anything to make it up to you, you know that.
And suddenly I couldn't keep my hands down my sides anymore. I explored the hair I had touched a million times before, though it looked a bit different now. His eyes sparkled of happiness as I started closing the distance between our lips, centimetre for centimetre. I could feel his breath on my skin and was just about to-
I woke up by my phone ringing, abruptly opening my eyes. It was just a dream. My fingers instantly went to my lips, examining them. The weird thing was, I didn't feel a single regret for not being with Andrew anymore. I think I could finally say the words, after weeks of laying in bed, eating ice cream with Leo, and to top it all off, an absolutely amazing night with Harry last night. Yes I could say the words.
I was over him.
Oh right, my phone still made me very aware of the fact that someone was trying to reach me, by its aggressive vibrating on the floor.
-Hello! I answered it, with a smile on my face for the first time in weeks.
-Sounds like you're in a good mood? A dark, raspy voice said, I could almost hear his smirk through the phone. Wow, I mean, Harry really had a dark and raspy voice usually, but his morning voice. Oh lord. Let's just say you'd think it couldn't get any raspier, but then you're wrong.
-I'm over him! I simply said, knowing that he would understand the meaning behind the words by an instant.
-Oh god, Leah, that's amazing!
-Yeah, I know. So, do you want to go out for a fika today? To celebrate sort of?
-Yeah sure I'd love to hang out with you. Just one thing, fika? the way Harry said the word was really funny and I couldn't help but start laughing.
-Haha oh that. Well actually that's a word from the language I speak, Swedish. It means taking a coffee, sort of, but it's much better since you Brits don't drink any coffee anyway. When you go out for a fika, you can have anything, doughnuts, sandwiches, coffee, your precious tea, smoothie. Basically anything! I stated, proud of myself that I had brought a new word to Harry's knowledge.
-Aha, so fika... Al right then, why don't you come over to my place and well have some fika?
-Okay! So I'll see you in a couple of hours? I just woke up actually.
-Okay great, see you then.
I ended the call. Well if you look at the way my day has went so far, I was really excited to see how the rest of it turned out!
My feet moved in a fast pace towards Harry's house, on Bleecker street. As I arrived I felt a sting of... Wait, that can't be right. I was nervous. I made an attempt to calm my stomach down, and pushed the black doorbell button.
-Oh hello love, how nice to see you here! Louis shouted as he opened the door, and pulled me into a hug.
-Ehum, hi Lou. Are all the other boys here? I asked, not really knowing what I wanted the answer to be.
-Nah, you have little Hazza all to yourself. At least for a while, the lads are joining us In a couple of hours, if that's suits your schedule? He joked but suddenly turned serious. You know, I've missed you, I hope you're okay.
Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house, without even giving me time to take off my converse.
-So I've heard about the "fika". Now what the hell is that?
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