First unexpected meeting

Note*: hey guys! This chapter is kind of fast because i wanted to show how they really met and how their story actually began rather than just get into the writing. I Know that does not make sense but trust me it was needed. I promise that it picks up in the next chapter. Thank you! I hope you enjoy it!

Apprarently im writing about a guy i dont really know properly, just seen him once or twice from far from near.

He is gorgeous just like a mistletoe hanging alone on a frost covered wooden gate under the lilac sky.

He is staring at me from the archadium. Its our third time seeing each other, its funny how the fate plays its game i am really depressed tonight my dad has passed away and it is christmas, i really needed a shoulder to cry on and drink down some shots with all the hidden unexpressible sorrows i loved him and didnt. He was one of the only person who took me in when i was at the orphange. I had to be grateful to him but my mom  always got beaten up by him. Well it was kind of justified because when u see your wife along with other guys at the bar u somehow loose your temper and not even ice(mom) can break the fire(dad).

I was about to go for drinks with anyone i was gonna bump into but then i see this person standing at the archadium door staring at me with those crystal turquoise eyes and his breathtaking looks.

Unintentionally i waved at him and a chill through my spine rose up it had never happened before. I couldnt help but call him across the road "hey stalking stranger wanna go to the bar?" i said.

He stared blankly, i knew i messed up, my first chance of getting a hold of him.

I gave up, i literally gave up. I am starting to walk away and suddenly i feel a slight warm touch on my hand which suddenly passed electricity through me from behind and told me to stop, i turn around and here he is unexpectedly. He is quite tall than i imagined, his burgundy hair covered with snowflakes in the unknown aisles of Manhattan. He lowered his head a little because i am 3 inches shorter than him and said

"what? Call me for a drink and then walk away without even hearing the answer? "

I was perplexed i didnt know what to say what plausible reason could i give?

" um i thought you didnt wanna join and had other plans so i thought" IDIOT!! i am a fucking idiot. Cant i think of something else?

" you thought what? "he said

I looked down as if i have a sense of being accused or guilty.. And then he holds my hand and his sweet husky voice says "cmon stranger let me take u to the best pub here" his longing eyes waiting for my approval and i, Melissa Gilbert gave in, gave in in his dreamy face and let him pull me through the unknown aisles till we reached his so called gratest pub of Manhattan.

I stand there in gaze the pub is no biggy except for a bar table and three glass boundaries and one wooden with the 20s and 80s posters, we step into the pub and grab a seat next to a polish dutchman who is yelling the shit out of someone through his phone and then banging it on the crystal glass slab. Meanwhile we order some beers, whiskey and eatables.

I have come here with a man whose name is still unknown to me and so i started the to break the silence.

"umm hii... Im Melissa. Melissa Gilbert.. What was ur name again"

"again? Hey stranger when did i even tell u my name before?" he said grinning with a little smirk.

"im Liam Black... My real name is Lindsey but that is so not appropriate for a guy"

"Definitely"i said back with a smile which i stretched as much as i could but it was genuine.

There was an awkward silence between us again, nothing like ive seen in the movies or read in the books that the conversation would go as smoothy as butter, rather it was as bumpy as bread. I decided to drink down some whiskey and make my self controllable and sensible drunk to talk casually. We had the full night to us without any plans, even though we didnt  talk we still didn't wanna leave each other's side, he has some melancholy showered on his face, maybe something has been terribly up with him."whats up with the dead face dude? " shit!!! I thought it out tooo loud it wasn't supposed to be like this i bite my lower lip in embarrassment and looked towards the 1920s posters hanging on the rusty chapped wooden walls, he is looking at me i knew he heard me. HE. HEARD. ME.

He starts replying,

"its ok if u dont want to" i say immediately resting my palm on his hand. He didnt pay attention to what i said instead he looked at my pale hands warmly kept on his. He was clearly blushing, i removed my hand with a jerk. I have no room for making promises"it was unintentional i swear. " i say

"ooo i like unintentional" he said. Now it was my turn for blushing.

"are u trying to flirt with me here?" i said with a smile moved only to my left side it was called blushing to be precise

"if u would like to call it flirting , i have no issues"

Oh my god!!! this guy is waayy too smooth.

Thank god the heavy unspokable weight was removed from the air. We were casual now it was like we've been like this for years i never had this feeling and it felt so good. We spoke about ourselves through the whole night and then the sun dawned on us. It was time for us to leave after spending the night together in a bar and knowing each other better than ourselves. We shook hands and he held it tight, parting his lips to say something, the words were lost in his faint murmur he couldn't get himself to say it and i was head over heels for this guy and yes just in one night!

"u free today evening?" i said keeping it as casual as i can.

"umm.. Yess i am free." I could hear his tonsils happily jumping which i had seen a lot from the past night.

"okay then same place. Same time. My destination. Cool?"

Okay yea sure i mean yea ofc for sure... Um hah.. I mean cool! "he said overjoyed which is giving me goosebumps because he looks sooo cute!

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