Smile

"Mia." He whispered.
"Hmm?" I moaned. The soft light of the morning making me squint.
"Last night was indescribable." He said.
"Mm-hmm." I nodded. I pressed my face farther into the bed, trying to go back to my wonderful dream full of fun and unexpected things. I met my dream guy (aha literally) in this dream.
"Mia. Wake up." He pressed my cheek. I opened my eyes all the way and stared at the boy i was laying beside.
It wasn't a dream...

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3. Uh-Oh

      "Okay."  Harry removed his hands from my eyes and I blinked a couple times to regain focus.

      "Oh my God." I gasped. "It's beautiful." I stared at the bright city lights of London.

      "I know. I love coming out here at night." He said.

      "I've never actually seen a city like this. I lived in  Aberaeron, Ceredigion, Wales along the country side." I said.

      "Really? I'm from Redditch." He smiled.

      "Huh. It's snowing."

      I took a seat on the bench in front of us and continued to look around. Harry sat beside me.

      "Londons beautiful." I sighed.

      "It absolutely is." I felt my pockets for my phone so I could take some pictures, only to come up empty handed.

"Let me see your phone."

      "What? why?" He asked.

      "I can't find mine and i want to savor this moment." I rolled my eyes. Harry pulled his phone out of his coat pocket and handed it over. I took a couple pictures of the city and snapped some unprepared shots of Harry. 

      "Smile." I laughed.

      "I don't smile." He frowned.

      "Harry." I groaned. "It's a photo. Smile..."

      "I. Don't. Smile."

      "People don't not smile."

      "That's a double negative."

      "So is your attitude." I pushed the corner of his lips up and got a slanted half smile. I snapped pictures and he started to laugh.

      "See? It's easy." I took a photo of Harry and I together.

      "Come on." He stood up, taking me with him.

      "Where are we going?" I stumbled along.

      "Shh." A flash blurred my vision and i stumbled backwards. Harry pulled me along even faster and we ran back to the car.

      "What the bloody hell was that?" I rubbed my eyes.

      "Perverts." He scoffed, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the garden.

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      We returned to his house and I watched the clock. 

      "It's 2 in the morning." I whispered.

      "Are you tired?"

      "No."

      "Then time doesn't matter." He removed his jacket. I put mine on top of his and followed him to another room. This looked like a music room. A guitar was hanging on the wall, A drum set was in the back corner, A piano was pushed up against a wall, and another guitar was perched on a stand.

      "This room is amazing." I gasped.

      "You play anything?" He smiled.

      "A little bit of a couple things."

      "Go ahead." He gestured around him. Gleefully, I took a seat at the piano and ran my figures along the keys. I played my favorite song, which happened to be something i created and sang.

       "A little." He scoffed.

       "I'm better with guitar." I stared down at my hands, bashfully.

       "Give a whirl." 

      I picked up his guitar and positioned my fingers. Martin & Co. was written in small letters along the dip of the guitar. The wood was a mahogany brown and smoothly polished.

      "I like it." I said.

      "That ones my favorite." He leaned against the wall, one foot also against it, the other supporting him.

      I started to play "A Hards Days Night" by The Beatles.

       

 "It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything
So why on earth should I moan, cos when I get you alone
You know I feel OK

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright owww

So why on earth should I moan, cos when I get you alone
You know I feel OK

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright"

      Harry started to clap and I gave a small bow.

      "That was really something." He said.

      "Well, thankyou." I smiled.

      "You don't seem like the type of person who plays instruments." He said.

      "I had piano lesson as a kid and I picked up guitar when I was 14." 

      "That's really cool." 

      "Where's your bathroom." I asked. 

      "Upstairs. You go passed my bedroom and down to the end of the hall. It's the last door on the left." He said.

      "Thank you." I put the guitar back and walked around for the stairs. In the upstairs hallway almost every door was open. His bedroom was large and the bed was surprisingly made. He had his clothes neatly set in a basket, I'm guessing it was his dirty clothes, and his shoes were neatly lined up against the wall. Holy shoes.

      I moved to the next room and looked around. It was a guest room, obviously. The bed was neatly made and the dresser at the bottom of the bed had nothing on it like pictures or something. It was a plain room. I finally found the bathroom. 

      "You are a very clean person." I said on my way down the steps.

      "Thanks?" He laughed.

      "I'm also hungry." I sighed.

      "Me too. I think I've got something in the freezer." He went into the kitchen and I followed. 

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      "Mia." He whispered.
      "Hmm?" I moaned. The soft light of the morning making me squint.
      "Last night was indescribable." He said.
      "Mm-hmm." I nodded. I pressed my face farther into the bed, trying to go back to my wonderful dream full of fun and unexpected things. I met my dream guy (aha literally) in this dream.
       "Mia. Wake up." He pressed my cheek. I opened my eyes all the way and stared at the boy i was laying beside.
It wasn't a dream...

      "Oh." I cleared my throat.

      "Oh?"

      "I just... Thought it was a dream." I pulled off the covers and quickly scrambled out of the bed. I know we didn't do anything but it was just an awkward moment for me.

       "I...I should go." I spun in circles looking for my sweater. And my shoes. And my socks. Why were my socks off? I never go without my socks...

       Way too weird... need to leave...NOW.

      "Is everything okay?" Harry sat up.

      "No. I never do this stuff. I'm... Not that type of girl." I shook my head.

      "What stuff? We just hung out." He frowned.

      "This isn't appropriate, Harry. I just met you last night and I woke up in your bed." I snapped.

       "It's perfectly okay, Mia. I'm not that type of guy either. I wouldn't... Mia." I continued to search for my stuff.

       "Would you stop for a second." He asked. I moved the blanket around continuing my search. I found my sweater on the floor carelessly thrown there beside a chair. "Mia. Calm down." 

      Harry stepped out of bed coming towards me. I picked up my pace in searching for my shoes.

      "Mia! Stop." He held my shoulders and i stood still. My eyes still frantically looking.

      "I'm not used to this." I whispered.

      "Neither am I." He said.

      "I need to get back. I've got work." I found my socks on the bed where I was laying. I put them back on my feet and found my shoes by the door. "Thank you for a wonderful night." 

      I headed out the door and was met with a bright light. I blinked back a couple times. A person was scrambling away.

      "What the hell?" I started walking back to campus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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