CLIFFORD - One shot [L.S]

𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙙

I really loved writing this one. It has over 9K words and I hope you guys love it too.

I have been writing this for days now, so I'm really excited to be finally publishing it.

I'll be back soon with a newchapter of Butterflies too, so don't panic.

Love you.

Mag 🦋

CLIFFORD
[Harry's POV]

Mornings were easy.

A simple routine that I've been following for at least six years now.

Alarm set right before sunrise, coffee pre-made the night before that I only needed to heat up, a comfy chair on the terrace of my penthouse and the best view in all L.A right where I could see the sun rising and the sea on the horizon.

Calm, peace and a brand new day to enjoy.

Inhaling clean and fresh air mixed to the smell of coffee and vanilla coming from my mug.

It was just the most perfect combination to face the day.
Which is something I really needed in my regular busy and hustled life.

Once the sun was up and two cups of coffee later, I usually went to change into my running clothes and some sunglasses to protect my sensitive eyes from the radiant summer sun.

Nothing was different today, just like any other morning, I found myself running my usual thirty blocks from my building, around the city, and back.

I never forced myself to do more, even if I knew I could push myself harder, because I never ran professionally, it was just a way to keep in shape and help my lung capacity.

For me, this was the best time of the day to go for a run, because few little people were up and none of them were completely awake or attentive enough to actually care to look at me. Even less, recognize me.

No fans stopping me in every corner, no paps taking pictures, no work calls, just time for me.

And that was something I didn't usually have.
That's why I call this time of the day, lucky hours.

These are the couple of hours where I could get to see my surroundings as a free, non famous, person, where I could observe people in their bubbles without paying attention to me, where I could get inspiration from the outside without having security around me, where I could experience things on my own without limits.

Because this early, there were only two kinds of people outside: those who were preparing to go to work, and those who were too drunk to even remember where they were.

I was just a few blocks away from my building, already on my way back, enjoying my last seconds of the lucky hour, when I started feeling like someone was following me.

But the truth was that nobody was around. The whole block was clear, and so were the blocks before that one too.

I resumed running, shrugging the feeling off, and looking ahead.

But then I felt something hitting my calves from behind and I immediately turned around, finding a dog running in between my legs and playfully biting my ankles to make me stop.

I snorted and crouched down to stroke his snout.

"Hey buddy, where's your owner?" - I said,

caressing the dog in between his ears.