Tainted|H.S.|

Have you ever felt that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see this really cute guy from across the room? That feeling when he looks at you and you're staring right at him and realize that you may be looking hideous? That feeling that nobody else matters and that nobody else is present in the room except for the two of you?
I've had that feeling many a times, and the very last time i had that feeling, that cute guy across the room ended up being my boyfriend. How ironical. He was waiting for a girl who'd never show up and i was waiting for a guy who would show up but when he did, i wasn't going to be there. Although i don't know what's the irony in it, but at this point in my life, i find everything ironical.

The first time i'd laid eyes on him, he was shifting from foot to foot, and was sitting at the corner most table, out of view but somehow my eyes had managed to get a sneak-peak at the boy. His curls falling and his green eyes just visible but they looked more grey. He looked up and his eyes fixed on me. For a moment, i thought he was looking at someone else behind me or something but it took a while for me to figure out he was looking at me.

Embarrassed at being caught off guard i quickly stood up and began to leave, totally forgetting about my boyfriend and the fact that i had to break some really important news to him, wearing my bag and making my way to the entrance to leave before that cute boy caught up with me. But it was too late.

As i stepped out the door, his hand had grabbed mine and his, now, green eyes looked deeply into mine.

"Hi." i said in a small voice.

"Hey." he said, his eyes still on mine. "Wanna grab a cup of coffee?" he asked shyly.

"I'm actually supposed to meet someone..." and my voice trailed off. I couldn't bring myself to say that i was meeting my boyfriend, soon to be ex-boyfriend.

"Oh. Well, that's okay." he said and left my hand. The warmth that his hand had spread throughout my body now seemed to have gone as quickly as it had entered.

"But that can wait." i said, trying hard to ignore the knot in my stomach as i thought of my boyfriend.

"Well, let's go. Back inside or somewhere else?" he asked, his voice deep and low.

"Somewhere else is better." i say and begin walking. He follows in suite but then catches up to me.

That first cup of coffee had made me fall in love with him. The first guy who was more broken than i was and still, loved me. With all my flaws. My rants. My shit basically. And i him. He was all i wanted. All i needed. All i thought of. He was my everything.

Nobody could match up to him. What happened to my ex-boyfriend? I ended up breaking up with him that same day. I didn't mention Harry at all. It would be kind of cheating but since i was already going to break-up with him, to me it wasn't cheating.

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