Soulmates
Coffee Talk.
H A R R Y
The truth is, I loved her. A lot.
Well, 'love' to be exact. I ended it with 'ED' but the feeling is still very much present.
I love her.
I try not to though.
I'm convinced she's my soulmate. We've known each other since we were little kids, the moment I really started noticing her was when I was 14, and she was 13. She laughed at my joke. Nobody ever laughs at my jokes because of how stupid they are. But, she did. Maybe it was her laugh. It was the sweetest sound I've ever heard. Or maybe her smile. It could've been the way she covered her mouth because she laughed too hard. I've always adored her. I thought she was enchanting. She had an eye-catching appearance, she always dressed so proper as if she lived in Paris. I'd love to take her there, one day. I don't think anyone would avoid taking a glance of her, she's just the prettiest. She's pretty. She is bliss.
Daisy, a girl as sweet as her name.
I like to write.
"I adore you. I love you a lot. I've been in-love with you since that day you noticed me, the way you run your fingers through your hair makes my coc-" I crumpled the paper, throwing it away, cringing at my choice words. "Yikes. Never mind."
I take my work very seriously. I swear. I don't know where those words came from.
"I have officially lost it," I stepped out of my room, and made myself a cup of coffee, and lazily ran my hands through my hair.
I dropped the idea of writing a love letter, why did I even think of it in the first place? We literally live together.
I started humming a tune that was playing in the kitchen but stopped when Daisy came into view. She was making two cups of coffee, dressed in an oversized shirt, it revealed a sight of her bum covered in black lace. swaying her hips along to Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?"
Not a bad sight.
Not helping my morning wood either.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She says, "Two sugars?" I nod, with a smile. She mixes it, then hands it to me. "Here you go,"
"Thank you. Ever so charming." I say, "You're in a good mood. Date went well last night?" I ask, sitting down at the table, feeling the warmth of the cup. Daisy remained standing, leaning on a chair, with a grin on her face.
"It was shit," I chuckled, with a confused look on my face. "Why, exactly?" I ask and took a sip of my coffee.
"She didn't like kale," I almost spat out the liquid that I had in my mouth. "Daisy. oh my god,"
"What? I'm vegan now." I let out a sharp laugh, "Are you serious?" I wiped the small amount of coffee that came out of my mouth.
"No." She says, laughing at my reaction. I flipped him off, "It went well. Just wanted to make you laugh. And I'm not vegan." I took a sip again, "So, how did it go?"
"It was alright. We shared a milkshake, she didn't think she could finish one herself."
"Romantic. Did you share a plate of spaghetti and accidentally slurped the same noodle too?" I say, referencing to The Lady and the Tramp.
"You're the tramp, though." She glared at me as I sip once again.
"What have you been doing?" She asks, finishing her cup of coffee.
"Reading. Writing. The usual, why do you even ask?"
"In hopes one day you will have a different answer."
I chuckled at her choice of words, "Woah, Hamilton. What a poetic arrangement of words."
"Try having a writer as a roommate." She always gets to read my work first, she's also an admirer of books and poetry, which was easy for me to grow as a writer.
I got up from my seat, looking for my reading glasses. "You should really go out once in a while, Styles." She says, "Come with me. To a party. Tonight." She picks up up my empty cup, along with hers, and placed it in the sink.
I found my glasses, and picked it up, along with a book that I've been reading, "I only go to parties when I need inspiration, or a shag, and I don't really need that right now."
She rolled her eyes at me, "It's a Friday, Jesus."
"It's Harry." I smirked, facing her and catching her reaction, trying not to laugh. "And you just want me to help you get laid. Specifically, with Zayn." She crosses her arms, and I did as well, raising my eyebrows. "Maybe. But, It's just a party, when was the last time we went out together?!" She says with a matching pout.
God, I hated when she does that. The temptation to grab her cheeks, and kiss her. I stare at her for a while. She is so beautiful.
"Why can't you just work your charms on Zayn?" I bitterly ask, rolling my eyes.
"Because I don't just wanna fuck him, I wanna get to know him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheeks, yanno? I wanna have that cliché love story. Might marry him, who knows?" she says with a smile on her face. Couldn't help but feel...hurt.
"Fine." I say, feeling defeated. "Only for you, Daisy Hamilton."
"You're so gonna get laid though, especially with that new do of yours." She says, running her fingers through my now-short-hair. I'm starting to like it now that her hands have touched it.
"What about Little Miss Kale?"
"Meh, I'm feelin' some meat tonight." she winks, walking away to the washroom.
The truth is, I loved her. A lot.
Well, 'love' to be exact. I ended it with 'ED' but the feeling is still very much present.
I love her.
I try not to though.
I'm convinced she's my soulmate. We've known each other since we were little kids, the moment I really started noticing her was when I was 14, and she was 13. She laughed at my joke. Nobody ever laughs at my jokes because of how stupid they are. But, she did. Maybe it was her laugh. It was the sweetest sound I've ever heard. Or maybe her smile. It could've been the way she covered her mouth because she laughed too hard. I've always adored her. I thought she was enchanting. She had an eye-catching appearance, she always dressed so proper as if she lived in Paris. I'd love to take her there, one day. I don't think anyone would avoid taking a glance of her, she's just the prettiest. She's pretty. She is bliss.
Daisy, a girl as sweet as her name.
I like to write.
"I adore you. I love you a lot. I've been in-love with you since that day you noticed me, the way you run your fingers through your hair makes my coc-" I crumpled the paper, throwing it away, cringing at my choice words. "Yikes. Never mind."
I take my work very seriously. I swear. I don't know where those words came from.
"I have officially lost it," I stepped out of my room, and made myself a cup of coffee, and lazily ran my hands through my hair.
I dropped the idea of writing a love letter, why did I even think of it in the first place? We literally live together.
I started humming a tune that was playing in the kitchen but stopped when Daisy came into view. She was making two cups of coffee, dressed in an oversized shirt, it revealed a sight of her bum covered in black lace. swaying her hips along to Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?"
Not a bad sight.
Not helping my morning wood either.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She says, "Two sugars?" I nod, with a smile. She mixes it, then hands it to me. "Here you go,"
"Thank you. Ever so charming." I say, "You're in a good mood. Date went well last night?" I ask, sitting down at the table, feeling the warmth of the cup. Daisy remained standing, leaning on a chair, with a grin on her face.
"It was shit," I chuckled, with a confused look on my face. "Why, exactly?" I ask and took a sip of my coffee.
"She didn't like kale," I almost spat out the liquid that I had in my mouth. "Daisy. oh my god,"
"What? I'm vegan now." I let out a sharp laugh, "Are you serious?" I wiped the small amount of coffee that came out of my mouth.
"No." She says, laughing at my reaction. I flipped him off, "It went well. Just wanted to make you laugh. And I'm not vegan." I took a sip again, "So, how did it go?"
"It was alright. We shared a milkshake, she didn't think she could finish one herself."
"Romantic. Did you share a plate of spaghetti and accidentally slurped the same noodle too?" I say, referencing to The Lady and the Tramp.
"You're the tramp, though." She glared at me as I sip once again.
"What have you been doing?" She asks, finishing her cup of coffee.
"Reading. Writing. The usual, why do you even ask?"
"In hopes one day you will have a different answer."
I chuckled at her choice of words, "Woah, Hamilton. What a poetic arrangement of words."
"Try having a writer as a roommate." She always gets to read my work first, she's also an admirer of books and poetry, which was easy for me to grow as a writer.
I got up from my seat, looking for my reading glasses. "You should really go out once in a while, Styles." She says, "Come with me. To a party. Tonight." She picks up up my empty cup, along with hers, and placed it in the sink.
I found my glasses, and picked it up, along with a book that I've been reading, "I only go to parties when I need inspiration, or a shag, and I don't really need that right now."
She rolled her eyes at me, "It's a Friday, Jesus."
"It's Harry." I smirked, facing her and catching her reaction, trying not to laugh. "And you just want me to help you get laid. Specifically, with Zayn." She crosses her arms, and I did as well, raising my eyebrows. "Maybe. But, It's just a party, when was the last time we went out together?!" She says with a matching pout.
God, I hated when she does that. The temptation to grab her cheeks, and kiss her. I stare at her for a while. She is so beautiful.
"Why can't you just work your charms on Zayn?" I bitterly ask, rolling my eyes.
"Because I don't just wanna fuck him, I wanna get to know him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheeks, yanno? I wanna have that cliché love story. Might marry him, who knows?" she says with a smile on her face. Couldn't help but feel...hurt.
"Fine." I say, feeling defeated. "Only for you, Daisy Hamilton."
"You're so gonna get laid though, especially with that new do of yours." She says, running her fingers through my now-short-hair. I'm starting to like it now that her hands have touched it.
"What about Little Miss Kale?"
"Meh, I'm feelin' some meat tonight." she winks, walking away to the washroom.
Notes
EEEEP. yes, Daisy Hamilton is identified as bisexual, so, expect a switch of girl / boy with her flings. Would love to know what you thought of this, it's my first ever story, and I'm publishing this with so much love and pride. Thank you.
