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Falling: A H.S. Story

I Can't Unpack the Baggage You Left

One of my favorite quotes is "Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now."~Fred Rogers.

That quote is one that I live by and why I left my boyfriend two months ago. Derik loved me and I loved him but when we found out I was pregnant he wanted to accuse me of cheating and I figured "If he can't grow up and accept that I'm pregnant with his kid then I can't be with him." So I left. I now live with my best friend Alexis and work at the public library/cafe in Beachwood, Ohio. It's currently 3:55 and the Beachwood Cafe closes at 4. Yet there is this man currently sitting in our bay window writing in a notebook.
"Um, excuse me, sir?", I ask him timidly.

He looks up at me and smiles. He's extremely cute with curly brown hair and beautiful ocean blue/green eyes. He has a bit of stubble along his very defined jawline and has unusually straight teeth which I am immediately jealous of because of my crooked teeth.

"Yes?", He asks.

"I'm just letting you that you have about 5 minutes until we close."

"Oh, thank you."

"No, problem."

"Miss?", I hear him call out and I turn to him.

"Yes, do I need to get you anything?"

"Your number."

"M-my number?", I stumble back a little. Why does he want my number??

"Well, yes, that's what I said," he replies, chuckling a little.

"U-uh, sure...". I write down my number and pass it to him.
"What's your name, by the way?"

"Harry, Harry Styles."

"I'm Ava, Ava Moore."

A/N Chapter two will be out soon! Hopefully two more chaps by tomorrow!


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