My Dearest Harry (H.S. Imagines)

Secret love letters

Synopsis: Y/N has a secret admirer and Harry is the mysterious man who lives down the street.

Y/N is having a bad day.

This morning, she slept past her alarm resulting in her being late for her morning classes. And at school, her clumsiness made her trip over her own feet and she spilt coffee all over her white tee which made her grumpier than before. She had spent the night before working on an assignment that she stupidly forgot on her desk because of the rush she was in. And to top it all off, she was given a shitload of homework. Guess being an adult isn't easy, huh?

Y/N was never the one to be careful. She had made some major mistakes in her life by not being careful. Losing her dad is one of them. It's crazy how one can lose everything in just one night. That night, everything in her life changed. Her mum died while giving birth to her so the only person she had in this world was her dad. The only person who truly loved her left her alone in this cruel world. She had gone with a couple of friends to have some drinks one night. But she had one drink too many times which made her miss all the calls she had received that night. Later on, when she got home she saw a sight that she can never get out of her mind. Her father's limp body laying on the floor with his phone in his hand. It was all her fault.

It was the worst night of her life.

But she knew that crying wasn't going to get her anywhere. So after mourning over her father for a couple of months, she got back up. She worked day and night to get a scholarship and with the money her father left her, she was sure that she could live without any worries for the next few years. But she wasn't going to take the easy way. Instead, she sold the house they used to live in because it brought too many bad memories and bought a new, smaller one with that money. She found a decent job as a waitress at a little cafe around the corner. She would have given up a long time ago if it wasn't for making her parents proud. Because she knows, she knows that even though it's her fault they're in heaven,

They're still looking down at her with smiles on their faces.

She hopes that maybe, just maybe they're proud of the person she has become. Because she tries to be a better person every day, she really does! She also quit drinking after her father went to sleep with the angels. She pushed everyone away after that night, even her friends (it's not that she's blaming them because it was her fault that she didn't pick up the phone, they just wanted for her to have fun) which resulted in her having nobody. No friends, no family, no father. It's her fate, she guesses so she just gotta suck it up.

Y/N sighs as she plops down on the black couch in her living room. She is not the biggest fan of staying in and doing homework (she's sure that nobody is) but she needs to keep her grades up for the sake of her scholarship. She decides to go to the park down the road to do her homework because maybe the greenery and the little kids playing around will encourage her to get her work done. And she just really needs some fresh air. She gathers all the stuff she needs and is on her way to the park. It's just barely a two-minute walk so she decides to not take her car. Besides the weather is nice and she needs to digest the greasy burger she had at lunch so why not?

She clumsily sits down on a bench seat and huffs out as she lays her books and laptop down on the table in front of her. She has a pout on her face as she starts writing down a few points for her assignment about digital marketing. The cool wind blows through her hair, the messy strands framing her face perfectly. As the melodic sounds of birds chirping and the little kids laughing flow through her ears, a sigh escapes her lips. She looks over at a father who is spinning his giggling little girl around, a bright smile spreads on his face as looks at her daughter. It's the same look her father used to give her. A tear slip from her eye when she thinks back to all their happy memories. She remembers how he used to tell her stories about her mother, about the love they shared and how he used to read her a book every night. She wipes her tears away before taking a deep breath, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She can't be breaking down now. She looks up at the clear sky and smiles, reminding herself that her parents wouldn't want her crying because she's their strong girl (as her father used to tell her).