Je dois faire une merde

I woke up as a bright light shone through the windows of my room. I turned to look at my phone it was 6 in the morning British time. I've had a weird sleeping schedule and have had little power naps instead of real sleep.
I decided I would go for a quick jog and spend the rest of the day exploring the town. I was still wearing my sweater and jeans from yesterday. I peeled them off and through on a pair of black yoga pants and a white t-shirt. I walked downstairs and wrote my parents a note saying I was out jogging. I plugged in my headphones and began to jog. Since i had no idea were I was going I just ran in one direction so I wouldn't get lost.After about an hour I reached my block and decided to sprint the rest of the way.
" RUN FOREST RUN," I heard a voice yell.
I slowed and turned off my music before my eyes connected with a pair of green eyes. Harry was jogging up to me
." Morning scarecrow," I laughed.
" Morning zombie," he rolled his eyes.
" What has you up so early?"
"I'm on a weird sleep schedule I guess," I replied " What's your excuse?"
" I usually get up early to jog, it's quiet," He said softly looking into my eyes.
" Y-yeah," I stammered like an idiot lost in his eyes.
" How did you even navigate around, you just moved here?" He asked breaking eye contact.
" I just ran in one direction and turned around when I got tired," I laughed.
" Clever," He smiled.
" Yeah I'm taking myself on a tour today and hope I don't get lost," I told him
." If you want I could show you around," he said with a crooked smirk.
" Do you really want to spend your day with an annoying 16 year old girl who will be constantly asking ' what's this?' and ' what's that?' " I asked returning his smirk.
" It would be my pleasure," he replied " You're 16?" he said changing the subject
." Yeah you?" I asked." 17 little girl," he said looking down at me once again making eye contact. Was it weird I liked him calling me little girl? Well like I said I'm a pervert xD
" Grandpa," I laughed.
" What was little girl?" he said pretending to be a 70 year old man.
" Turn up your hearing aid," I giggled.
" Don't disrespect your elders," he said a smile tugging at his lips. His PERFECT rosy pink lips that are all kinds of plump, may I add.
" Sorry don't hit me with your cane," I laughed.
His face turned to stone and became very serious. he furrowed his eyebrows and managed to look even bigger as he towered over me. I've always been tiny but this wasn't fair, he was just under a foot taller than me. I felt very small and intimidated.
" I would never hit you..," He whispered just under his breath."
"Oh I-I know I was just j-joking..." I stammered feeling flustered. His eyes burned into mine.
" I'll give you your tour at 10," he said straightening out before turning and jogging away.
What the hell was that? You can't just get really serious out of no where and act like nothing happened. I stood there for a few seconds staring as he rounded the corner disappearing out of my view. I realized I hadn't breathed and let out a huge breath. I turned and headed to my house. I shut the door and slid down against it. Holy shit. He's not getting out my head any time soon is he?

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