Wow so I haven't actually posted on this website since I was an agnsty 13 year old, so now I am 17 and back in action (without the angst) and writing this for a friend who better appreciate the hell out of it. One Direction and horses, not sure how this will end. Umm here we go . . .
'I'm picking up breakfast, want anything?' Sarah texted to her trainer as she waited in line at the small coffee shop she had come to favor over the past couple of weeks. Her devotion as a costumer was not something the shop had truly earned, though she had come to love their chai tea, it just happened on the day she won champion of her division she had stopped in the tiny shop for breakfast. Somehow superstition had set in linking the two events, leaving Sarah with no choice but to frequent the shop on show mornings.
Sarah was lost in thought, thinking over what she needed to improve for the days classes when something brushed against her side. She turned to see a boy who looked a few years older than her putting up his hands to apologize. "Sorry I was trying to get my phone" He said with a smile as he waved the phone in his right hand as if he needed proof. Sarah smiled and offered a slight smile at the boy, who was really rather cute especially with his British accent, as she turned away. "I've got to ask" He began, angling himself in front of her, "is this some new fashion trend I've missed out on?" He asked motioning to her outfit of tall boots, breeches with a polo tucked in.
"I ride horses." Sarah said simply with a nod as if he should have known that.
"There is a place to ride horses in the middle of the city?" He questioned with an all too innocent smirk.
"No but there is outside of the city." She replied with a suspicious smile.
"Ohhhh, I was going to say galloping around New York City on a horse might not be the best plan."
"Maybe not" Sarah said with a laugh and she looked the boy over, stuck on how familiar he seemed, though she couldn't have known him. She didn't know any cute British boys. She didn't know any British boys period. Again Sarah turned to face forwards once again in line but the boy got in front of her once again offering his hand.
"I'm Harry by the way." He said, flashing her a genuine smile.
"Sarah." She said returning the handshake.
"Do you live in the area?" He asked.
"No I'm here showing for a few weeks. What about you, obviously not a native."
"No." She said with a shake of the head. "Not a native, but I'm here for a show too. Not the horse kind. With my band. We have a gig here." He said quickly.
"You're in a band?" Sarah said then regretted it. She when people asked questions they already knew the answer to. "Where are you playing?" She asked, "Maybe if my friends and I aren't showing we could stop by to cheer you on."
Harry smiled at her as if he were suspicious then said "We're playing at Madison Square Garden, and I think you would have had to get tickets a while ago, or you should have stopped by."
"Madison Square . . . " Sarah trailed off. "You're not . . ." His smile confirmed her suspicions. "Oh wow. You must think I'm dense. God this is embarrassing, I'm sorry." She apologized. "I know who you are I just didn't put two and two together and . . ."
"Don't worry about it." He laughed, "It was nice for someone to not know me right away."
Wow that was harder than I remember. Continue or no. Who knows?
