ROSE POV
I still remember the day I first saw Harry. I was 13 years old, and he was the new neighbor's son. His family had just moved in next door with four children: two girls and two boys. Harry was the eldest.
At the time, I was away at boarding school, but during my breaks, I would cross paths with Harry around the neighborhood. He was handsome and cute, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me, he had looked at me and I at him but still no one said anything.
One day, while I was walking my puppies, Harry's mom called out to me and asked if her children could see them. Harry also came over, but he was quiet and didn't say much. I remember feeling disappointed that he didn't talk to me, but at the same time, I was grateful that he was standing next to me.
As the years went by, our paths would cross occasionally. We would exchange brief smiles and glances, but we never spoke. It was as if we were both waiting for the other to make the first move.
My friend helped me get to know Harry better by giving him science textbooks. She knew he was a science student because she had asked questions about him from our other neighbor. I was fascinated by his love for science.
One day also his sister had asked me to borrow my math textbook saying her brother needed it, I still remember how I looked left and right to find it and I finally did, she had later returned it soon and I looked at all the page in hope to find if maybe just maybe he had wrote down his number or anything, which he never did.
During the lockdown crisis in our country, Harry saw more of me. We would catch glimpses of each other through the fence, and I would wonder what he was thinking. Was he thinking of me too? One day I had saw him at his window while I was walking my dogs, I was playing with my dogs and talking to them and I felt like I was being watched and to my surprise I was, when he had noticed me he looked away quickly, but it was soo cute I blushed all throughout.
Later, a new neighbor moved in next door, and their daughter, Tina, became fast friends with Harry's sisters. I felt jealous, thinking that Harry might like Tina. It was a feeling I couldn't shake off, no matter how hard I tried.
But still, Harry and I would occasionally cross paths. One day, my friend, who was also a neighbor, told Harry's sister that I had a crush on him. I was mortified. I had hit her and told her to tell them it was a joke which she did but still I felt really shy, who could blame her she was getting annoyed by hearing the same thing every time we were outside "I wish he would talk to me ", it was a funny day I would not lie .
...Four years had passed since I first met Harry. I was now graduating from high school, and my thoughts were filled with what-ifs. What if I had talked to him? What if I had told him how I felt how I had a crush on him ?
As I sat in my room, surrounded by graduation photos and memories, I finally gathered the courage to text Harry. My hands trembled as I typed out the message.
"Hi ," I wrote.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should send it. What if he didn't respond? What if he didn't feel the same way?
But something inside me clicked, and I hit send.
Then, suddenly, I panicked. What had I just done?
I quickly deleted the message, hoping it wouldn't go through.
My heart was racing as I stared at my phone, wondering if Harry would ever see the message.
And then, I waited.
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