Harry´s POV:

The right thing to do had been to just pull away, push her body away so we could have space between us, but I didn´t.

Somehow I was too perplex to actually take that step and then I thought: Why don´t you give her this last thing before you return to your life and she goes away back into hers?

Aimee´s tongue asked for my entrance, but I refused to give it to her and her lips got more urgent on mine again. Finally she gave up and I felt my hands hang down like some limp useless things as she stared into my eyes, searching for my reaction to what she just did.

“You really didn´t felt anything?”, she asked and I saw the last spark of hope die in hers.

“I wish I had to provide you from getting hurt like you did”, I answered and she suddenly stepped some steps further away from me like I had just burned her skin with fire.

“No...that´s okay...I just needed some kind of proof”, she stumbled and I could tell she was hurt again since she really expected another reaction of mine.

“You deserve someone better than me”, I told her and I really hoped she would find some other guy who fitted with her perfectly.

“Someone like what Clary is to you?”, she asked with a shaky voice and I nodded slowly.

“Maybe I will, but maybe...maybe you were my Clary”, she said and with that she turned and walked away. Carefully I sat back down on the bench.

Pulling Rosy back out of her buggy and placing her warm, little body on my lap. She just kissed me. And I didn´t stopped straight away.

I was a horrible person. Should I tell Clary or did she already knew and just waited for a good reason to reproach it to me? Tell her or don´t?

What had I gotten myself into?, was the only question which stayed in my mind for the next hours.

Clary´s POV:

My feet carried me to the cafe I had seen earlier as I had arrived here and I was happy to get some air after the first six classes which had been quiet nervwracking already.

Our first teacher had forced us already to read out our application stories and I knew I read out mine way too quickly to really understand everything and my voice was shaking like hell.

My teacher said that I probably was in the wrong course, if reading out my own writings would be such an epic overcoming for me and I everyone laughed out loud just like to prove him wright. But the next thing he said really surprised me after that rude comment about my nervousness.

“You´re writing proves me wrong, at least for now. It´s good, but still not perfect. You have to learn a lot, Miss?”, he stopped since he didn´t knew my name.

“Meyer. It´s Clary Meyer”, I had told him and raised his eyebrows at me.

“Miss Meyer”, he repeated just like to make sure he wouldn´t forget it for the next time he could criticize me in front of everybody again.

My classes were divided into three subjects: creative writing, language and grammar and literature studies.

Creative writing was all about like the name already said: Creativity. It was the time we should get active and write. Poems, short stories and fiction in every way.

Language and grammar was all about you´re still of writing, learning different tenses, getting better with the English language and expand your vocabulary.

Literature studies were pretty boring since it was just taking a look at different narrative perspectives, the biggest narrator´s in history and work which is still considered as the most important ones until today.

Creative writing would had been the one I liked the most, but since we had Mr. Scotch would be teaching us, I had to overthink this decision and probably literature studies could be exciting as well?

A little bell over the door welcomed me and I was reminded of the time I had worked in the “time-out” on my holidays before I had returned back to Germany to graduate and finish school. Things had been difficult between Harry and me, but they had been easy between Zayn and me.

Therefore I realized how much could change even in just such a small amount of time and they could change for the good or the worse.

The cafe was really crowded and I wondered if the whole town of Holmes Chapel were in here before I decided to order something anyways. In the end I decided for a caramel latte and I gave the friendly girl behind the counter nearly more tip than my coffee cost, but I knew how thankful you were about every single bit you got from the customers.

Smilingly I turned around only to notice that all the tables were occupied. A faint sigh left my lips and I was already on my way out as I spotted him.

He read a book he held in his hands, but I couldn´t see which one he had decided on. Maybe it was my curiosity or just the fact that I recognized his face in all this people or basically just the feeling of loneliness which made me walked over to him and clear my throat.

“Hey”, I said and his attention turned from the book to me, standing here like a completely idiot and I breathed out shakily since it took me all of my courage to actually address to him.

“Oh, hey”, he said and I found his accent really enjoyable since it wasn´t hard to understand and I didn´t had to ask him again, if he could repeat his self, so that I could understand him. His eyes focused on my face, but snipped away really quickly as he realized what he was doing.

“Do you mind, if I sit down here?”, I asked and pointed to the bench which was opposite to the one he sat on.

However I expected him to refuse and tell me that he was waiting for someone, but surprisingly he said: “No, not at all.”

I gave him a thankful smile before I dropped down on the soft pad and wrapped my hands around my cup to take a small sip. He looked uncomfortable like he didn´t knew where to look and his eyes flashed from his book back to me and back to the letters on the white sheet.

“You´re in Mr. Scotch´s creative writing class as well, aren´t you?”, I questioned him and I didn´t even knew where it came from, but it felt worse to keep on being in this awkward silent any longer.

“Oh, yeah, I am. Saw you in there too”, he answered and sounded relieved that I had started this conversation.

“He seems to kind of...”, I tried to find the right word.

“Cruel?”, the guy helped me out and I let out a small laugh.

“I would have thought about hard to get used to, but yup I think cruel fits as well.” He gave me a small smile and I saw the smile arrive his eyes. That was something which had become really rare lately since I felt like I had been surrounded by way too many fake happy persons.

“Whatever he said about your story I think it was great”, I uttered and he blushed faintly. God, he was cute, I thought to myself. He was just like me, suffering with accepting compliments.

“Aw, I don´t know”, he said insecure and I gave him a cheerfully smile.

“It is. I mean it had been good enough to be chosen and I think that´s something really big”, I said and he only shrugged his broadly shoulders. “Yours was amazing too”, he stated and I had to smile.

“The thanks are for you now”, I grinned and he dropped his shoulders and finally looked like he was okay with this situation. Therefore I realized that I felt a lot more comfortable than I thought I could as well.

“The way you described this feeling of lostness in a world just as big ours and the questions why we decided to spend it with some chosen ones was such a relatable topic and I felt like you described it so well that I could taste your desperate and fear in the air”, he said and I felt my cheeks starting to burn under his words.

“That´s really nice”, I said quietly and he gave me another smile.

“It´s just simply the truth, you should be more confident about your work.”

“Alright, this is enough”, I giggled and tried to change the subject with a question I wanted to ask anyways.

“What´s the name of my admirer of my work?”, I questioned him and he told me. The name fitted his appearance perfectly, soft and easy said over your lips.

“I´m Liam.”

Notes

Liam is finally in. :) I don´t even know why this story is about Harry at all because I´ve always been a fan of Liam, but I think that was the difficulty.

However what do you think about Harry´s and Aimee´s kiss?
Do you have any guessings what will happen next?

I don´t like the idea of Harry and Kendall being a couple. She just seems to be so superficial and she looks like she starves herself to be that skinny. I wish he would just find someone pretty and normal. However I like the idea of Niall and Barbara Palvin. She´s really pretty and I think they would be cute together. What do you think?

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