A Very Harry Diary

I met this girl in Scrappy’s today. Scrappy’s is the small café down the street from my loft that has the best coffee in all of London. I came back yesterday for a couple of days because Niall’s grandfather got very sick. Luckily, he’s doing better now.
This girl, Scarlett, she’s so beautiful. She has blonde hair that flows down her back with a small wave in it that’s natural. She’s got the most beautiful blue eyes and a great smile. Her eyes are the color of the ocean and when I look into them, I can’t help but get butterflies.
I was leaving the café when she was coming in. She had a bunch of books in her hands and I didn’t see her. Of course, my clumsy self backed into her, making her drop everything. I helped her pick up all of her books like a gentleman and couldn’t help myself to stay to talk to her. We talked for hours and she didn’t even comment on the fact of who I am. I love it when girls don’t absolutely flip out over me. I mean, sure I love a good fan but not the girls that I date.
Scarlett is perfect. She’s so down to earth and sweet. She smiles at everyone who walks by and get this, she’s American. She’s in London for school, doing a foreign exchange program or something like that. She’s a little bit older than me, a year, and she’ll be going back to New York City next summer. She just got here a couple weeks ago.
I got her phone number but haven’t messaged her yet. Is it bad to say that I’m kind of nervous to talk to her? I just met this girl and I’m already overthinking this. God, I just need to text her. Damn.
Elle keeps texting me. She doesn’t know I’m back in London and I’m not so sure I should tell her. If she knew that I was thinking about Scarlett like this, she’d freak. We aren’t together but man… Elle is very possessive over her guys. I just hope to god that she doesn’t find out that I’m back. She’ll be pissed and she’ll want to see me.
I just want to see Scarlett again.

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