"Are you good at fashion advice Harry?" Tay questioned, through a silent yawn.
"Do I look like I would have good fashion advice?"
"Yeah....I guess, I mean you dress super well"
"And you too!" He exclaimed sarcastically, "you always look so fashionable in.......that"
"Golly Gee thanks!!" Tay giggled.
Harry smiled and found himself staring at her, not really noticing what he was doing. Tay's eyes met his, and for a split second there was something, some passion, fire, but then Tay gave him a questionable look.
"Sorry" Harry said, "It's just you're so-"
"Beautiful?" she teasingly said, as she flung her hair behind her shoulders.
Harry wanted to agree, he did think she was beautiful, and maybe that was the reason he was staring at her. He wanted to think it was, but also, couldn't deal with the fact that he might be developing a little crush.
"Fashionable. I was staring at you because you are so god damn fashionable, and I am just so jealous of you. I mean, seriously, Jeans, a T-shirt, AND WHITE VANS!??? Nothing can top that, ever. So fashion, so chic."
"Mhmm, I don't believe that for one second"
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The Elevator (HS)
Fanfiction"In which two people, Tay and Harry, who live in the same apartment complex, find themselves taking the elevator at the same time everyday"
