Not Again

Chapter 1

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- A/N - this is my first story so I hope you guys like it ❤.

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I woke up to my alarm going off. Buzzing its annoying sound as always. I laid in bed with my eyes closed telling myself to get up.

Ugh get up. You've been snoozing this damn clock for hours now. Get up.

I rolled over and hit the snooze as many times as I could so it can shut up. I fluttered my eyes open and looked at the time.

No ... no no no dammit. I mumbled to myself as I jump out of my bed. Quickly putting my pants on and grabbing a random shirt and jacket.

Its 10:20 now .. I'll have time to get coffee then go to class .. I planned everything out while quickly brushing my teeth.

This is me every Monday morning. I stay up Sunday night doing essays and homework then fall asleep. I then wake up just in time for my first class.

My professor won't care if I'm late for the first 10 minutes of class but what kind of professor does?

I quickly stuff my things in my bag and make it out of my apartment. Speed walking to my favorite coffeeshop.

Mom wasn't fond of me moving to London alone but I fought with her since dad lives around here. Although I'm not British i love listening to others who are speak. Divorced parents can be a blessing and a curse. One being bribing my mom to let me stay in London and two, knowing that my parents don't care for each other anymore.

Its odd seeing everyone else's parents love each other while mine don't. But I got used to it after all these years.

I walked into Notes, my fav coffeeshop/ cafe. Their macchiatos are the best, same thing goes for their muffins and cookies.

Noticing that the line is ridiculously long and I'm running out of precious time, I start second guessing myself.

With no time to loose, I turned back around and decided to leave the shop but I suddenly hear my name being called out.

"Jess !!" I turn on my heels and noticed Liam Palmer, my best friend, holding up an already made cup of coffee and a white doggy bag.

Liam works here at Notes for a couple of hours then goes to college with me. Every Monday he does this, gives me free coffee and a muffin. He's nice but he's just a friend.

No time for boyfriends, Jess.

Everyone looks at me as I make my way up the side of the line and meet Liam on the other side of the counter.

"Café Macchiato with 2 shots of espresso .." He speaks with his blue eyes staring directly into my hazel. "And a blueberry muffin .. Just how you like it."

"Thank you again ..." He handed me the coffee and bag as I thank him with all my heart.

"I'll make sure I'll pay you later .." I utter while I hurriedly shuffle towards the exit.

"Don't worry it's on the house !" He shouted while i made it out the door. I rolled my eyes in a playful way. He always says that but I anyways pay him back.

I looked at my watch and its 10:50. With a sigh of relief, i still have 10 minutes until class starts. It takes at least 5 to walk to UCL (University College of London).

I open the bag where my muffin laid and smelled the aroma of the fresh blueberries. I shouldn't be closing my eyes while walking these England streets because I suddenly feel myself crash into a tall figure.

"s**t .." I feel the hot coffee trickle down my shirt. I started jumping up and down because the coffee's burning through my skin. Some of my coffee must've gotten on the person I crashed into because I hear him shout "f**k !! .."

"Look where the f**k you're going" He snapped at me with his thick British accent as I stop immediately. His tone is inappropriate and immature.

"Excuse me ..." I uttered offensively as I look up at him and froze. My words are lost and eyes blinking with disbelief.

His long loose curls stopped at about shoulder length, hands wiping the hot coffee off his half unbuttoned shirt. Showing me multiple of tattoo ink on his chest.

No, this can't be.

"You heard me .. I said loo-" His furious eyes mde their way up to mine as my eyes widen and I gasp.

No ... This is a dream ... why him?

His face softens and emerald eyes squint from his wide smile. He runs his fingers through his long shoulder length hair.

Out of all of United Kingdom, we meet here. Why me? Why now?

"Jess ? ..." He asked astonished while taking a step closer. His light green colored eyes and skinny shape is ... breath taking.

"Harry ?? ..." I question with disbelief. The ends of his lips curled up and flashed me a smile.

Harry Scott ... My ex.