The appealing imperfection

Saturday, 6am, a lights- toned girl Emma, nearly about 17, with over sized glasses, loosely tied hair, shoe laces untied, tie unknotted, half books left at home and half in hands, empty bag pack with just a charger in it, was heading to school. She looked out the window, not for the first time, and thought how wrong the weather forecast had been. “Not again man, its about to rain and I'm not carrying my umbrella” she bewailed.” Well, its not my fault, weather broadcasters should be reliable enough, huh” she sated herself and left her bus. The moment she placed her foot down the bus, a heavy shower covered the whole city. Emma, without bothering anything, ran as fast as she could. Wind blew and her hair covered her face, her hands where bursting, so she was unable to look properly. As she was running, a boy came in front of her and they went into each other. “Omg, are you fine, sorry, my bad, I was in hurry, hey girl, are you ok?”. The boy asked while giving her his hand to get up. Emma looked at him, “Harry…,oh I'm sorry, I was running like a blind freak, hope you're fine”. Harry sat on his feet, tied her shoe laces, collected her things, he pulled her up and left. “I bang into Harry, the hottest guy of school” Emma wondered. She, with a blank face entered the class. She was fully wet, and she had no spare clothes to wear. It was quite embarrassing for her to sit in class with wet clothes, therefore, she thought to stand in dressing room until her clothes get dried. “We’ll going to rock it, they'll going to see, yeah, give me a five” sounds were coming from outside, it seemed like there was some boys talking. Emma was brave but a shy girl, she lurked to saw them, “omg, its harry, oh no, he saw me, I guess” and she hid herself. When everybody was gone, harry asked, “Emma, is that you?”. Without saying a word. Emma came out, she was feeling shy and had nothing to talk about, but she new that, if not now, then never. She gathered some courage and spoke “hey, harry” and she stopped. “Having some trouble with these wet clothes? , Here, you can have mine” “ahh, its ok, I'm fine with these” she said hesitatingly. “Consider me your friend girl, have them” Harry forced. Emma liked him from past 5 years, but never was bold enough to talk. Now, when harry himself tried, it wasn't less than a miracle to her. The bell rang, it was pack up time, and Emma couldn't escape from his thoughts. “ Harry tied my shoe laces, oh god, am I wearing his clothes, unbelievable, I talked to him, no way man”. Whole day and night, harry was in her mind and she didn't wanted to get rid of it. Next day at school, basketball practices were going on. Emma was a participant but she wasn't good at playing. “Where were you Emma, didn't you know practices are going on, what is this?, such an irresponsible girl, Now get back to your position” Pt Sir shouted. “Your laces are not tied, what a silly girl you are”. Everyone started laughing, Emma felt ashamed in front of everyone. Without bothering anything, harry, in front of everyone, went to her and asked “ may I ma'am?. Emma couldn’t explain how worthy that was for her. Harry tied up her laces, he held her hand and took her to corridor. Every single girl present there was desirous why the hottest guy of school is paying attention to a stupid girl. Harry asked what the matter was. Emma told him that she wasn't a good at playing basketball. Harry smiled and took her to his team. As he was the leader, he instructed everyone to teach Emma basketball as she's really special to him. Those words were so pleasant and charming to her that she was had no words to spoke. After an hour of playing basketball, Emma just hugged harry, and thanked her for everything he did for her. Harry was highly delighted and he invited her out for a coffee. When they both met, Emma asked her the reason of helping her and making her standout, harry confessed that he liked her since his childhood, her silliness is adorable and that’s what makes her different from others. Those oversized glasses seemed like they were made for her, the purity she had in her eyes was admirable and harry always wanted to tie her laces, knot her tie and carry her things. He said she’s the prettiest person alive in this world and he would love to have her as his friend. Emma blushed, and she accepted too that she liked her from past 5 years and all that stuff. Then they talked about the basketball match. Harry taught her some tips to control the ball and how to concentrate. Harry told her about shooting and stepping and deviation. Next day, when Emma went to school, she felt more confident, bold and strengthened. She perceived herself as complete. Game practices proceeded for two weeks and by now, Emma was a pro at basketball. After being in continuous practice, it was Saturday, the final match day, 6am, Emma, with a satisfied face looked out from the window, not for the first time and thought , “what a pleasant day it is”, and suddenly it started raining. But now, instead of that bewailing behavior, she was calm and satisfied. Though, she wasn’t carrying her umbrella but it seemed like she was enjoying that sudden rain because she had someone who cared enough that he won’t mind giving his jacket to her.

The imperfection which Emma holded appealed harry up to extent that he adored her. Right at 12 am, everyone was at their positions and Emma was the shooter. Every shot made her remind harry's words and this raised his importance even more, and they won the match,