Harry's POV
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I went to my room and plopped down on the bed. I couldn't help all the thoughts running through my mind. She's nothing like I've ever known before. And I've only known her for like what? A week? That's only proof she's different, not like most girls.

All the other girls I know don't have grey eyes. They can't ride a horse. They can't balance so many trays. They don't smell like lavender and vanilla. They don't go to the library every single day. The girls I know appreciate chivalry, they aren't so blunt, or so secretive. The girls I know aren't as beautiful. The girls I know don't push me away. The girls I know, actually... like me. Even if it's in a friendly way.

But, Charlotte... she wants nothing to do with me. She doesn't want to be chased by me, she made that obvious. So instead, she pushes me away, thinking I'll give up.

If that's what she thinks, she's dead wrong.

Notes

Sorry its so short

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