Alan Rickman

    Alan Rickman

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    Alan Rickman
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    (London, 1998) it was raining heavily, the rain hitting hard on you. You decided to stay longer for an after party with friends as their home wasn’t far from the school. You had just missed the bus home, your phone was dead, and school was closed. On the very last day of Highschool, great. Nobody’s gonna help. You stood on the concrete sidewalk, staring down the road, a walk home would be at least an hour. This is hopeless, you thought to yourself. That is, until a car pulled up. A man with brown straight tidy hair and hazel eyes that truly made the sunset seem like nothing and a kind smile spoke up from the drivers seat

    β€œIt’s late out, I don’t pick up young girls but you seem hopeless really, so if you don’t mind hop in.” He said, his voice extremely deep, one that could put you to sleep. You hesitated, he noticed. He spoke up again, β€œno it’s fine, if your skeptic it’s alright. I’ll be on my way then” and with that he paused a few moments to see if you. Changed your mind and started the car up again.

    you had quickly broke out of your mesmerized trance and called out β€œwait!” Before he drove off. He stopped the car and looked back, a kind gentle smile on his face, he reached over and opened the door for you

    β€œScared you were going to stay out here and catch a cold” he chuckled as you sat in the passenger seat. β€œParents know your out here?” He asked, before driving again, not wanting to upset anyone