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I dug my hands in my jeans, and I walked down the cold city streets. Window shopping until I found a store that caught my eye. I wanted something that makes someone double take. GUCCI….PUCCI….LOUIS VUTTON….big brand names that lured high end shoppers in daily, racking up their bills to thousands of dollars. Which is useless spending since they will most likely never touch the things they bought and actually use them. I mean I have nothing against splurging in expensive things, trust me I’m a huge shopper, but to all the shoppers who buy, and never have an actual use for the items they buy….lets just say quit it. Use the money on something worthwhile like charity. But less about the money they all spend and more about find my to go to shop for unique items…TopShop.

Now I could’ve sworn the shop was right here, or maybe….it’s a bit ahead. Watch it’s probably be right behind me…I turn to see TopShop printed above, and I’m automatically all giddy. I run towards it, and unknowingly into a strong hard chest. Hot liquid spilling all over my chest.

GREAT, COFFEE SPILT ALL OVER MY NEW SHIRT.

Thankfully I had shades on, the tears that welled in my eyes due to the burning sensation on my chest was a tad bit unbearable.

“Oh my …fuck!” I lifted my shirt off my chest, taking in deep breaths to try and alleviate the pain.

“Love….I am so sorry, here come in here I’ll buy you a new shirt or something.” He said worried that I might go off on him, but as soon as I looked up, it was an all too familiar face.

Harry.

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