Before I Met You

Over the next couple of weeks, Harry and I had grown really close to each other after our little incident in his car. I had also gotten to know his friends a lot better too.
"Hey babe." He said, sitting down beside me at lunch.
We weren't officially a couple or anything, just.. friends who are really close and kiss and hug and shit.
I've softened up a bit, but I still haven't lost my signature trademark (as Louis called it); my sass.
I gave sass to basically everyone and everyone, including Harry sometimes.
"Hey." I smiled.
We talked about stuff for a while and then he stopped, looking straight into my eyes.
"I love you." He said.
I smiled at him. "And I love you."
Louis came over to us. "Well hello you twooooo."
I smiled. "Hey Louis."
"So how are your guys' English projects coming along?" He asked.
We both looked at each other. "Shit."
"You two haven't even started it, have you?" Louis chuckled.
We both shook our heads.
"We worked on it like once and that's it. I don't even think I have my rubric any more." He laughed.
I snorted. "We need to get it done. Lucas is a bitch if people don't get their work done..."
He nodded.
After lunch, the rest of the day went by fairly quickly.
Harry and I went to soccer practice and then he drove me home like the usual.
"Thanks." I said kissing his cheek and got out of the car.
"See ya tomorrow." He smiled.
I went up to my room after I had eaten a quick dinner and said hello to Karen.
I sat down at my desk with a piece of paper and a pencil.
I needed to work on my thing about Harry, so why not start right now?
My pencil touched the paper, but no words were written.
It had always took me a while to get one word down, but once it was down, I flew through everything and didn't stop till I was done. Words would always just pour out of my head.
Harry Styles.
Little did I know that I would fall for that name head over heels.
At first, I thought that you were a rich prick who just wanted to make my life hell. I didn't let people in, no, but you finally managed to break down my walls. Yeah, I know I shouldn't of been so judge mental, but you can't blame me for what I've been through. You taught me to care and love again.
When I first met you, I didn't know why you were so stubborn about getting to know me. I was nothing special: just an average "troubled" foster girl. I didn't know why you wanted to have me as a friend. I'm sorry I kept shutting you out. But you kept trying and trying. If you had stopped trying, I wouldn't be the person you see today. I would still be the person who hates life and shuts out the world.
You're an amazing person. You turned me into an outgoing girl just in about a month and a half. No body has ever been able to reach to me that fast. You have that cheeky charm. You're a great listener. You seem to always know what to say. I love your smile. Your laugh. Your luscious hair. Your dazzling emerald eyes. Your personality. Your smartness. Your athleticness. But most of all, I love your heart. Your big. fat. caring. heart. You're always nice to everyone and you're absolutely protective over everyone that you care about, including me.
Over time, I've learned about you, and you've learned about me. I've studied you. In a non-stalker way of course!
I've watched your reactions to stuff. What makes you happy. What makes you sad. What makes you laugh. What makes you cry. I've learned your favourite food and color and animal and book and movie and just everything simple. But to me, it's more than just your average getting-to-know-someone stuff. It's what makes you yourself. And I wouldn't want to change anything about you. You just make me feel like the happiest person on the planet when I'm around you. You make everyone around you feel comfortable. You make everyone feel like they have a purpose, including me.
I don't know exactly what I'm rambling about, I guess just the fact that I love you.
Before I Met You, I was nothing. Before I Met You, I guess I was just a human living in a shell. And really.. Before I met you.... I guess I didn't know what love was.
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Thank you Harry. Thank you for never giving up.

Once I was done writing all of that, I put it in my folder, changed into my pajamas, and flopped into my bed, exhausted as hell. I wasn't done with the paper, I still needed to edit it and stuff, but that was enough for that night.
"Writing is tough." I mumbled to myself, letting sleep come over me.
Author's notes:
Honestly, that note came straight from my heart omfg. I actually felt like I was writing that to Harry. Sorry the chapter is so short, I'll have another one up in a day or two. Thank you for all the views! <3
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