They started getting all the paperwork ready and Sally made sure to order the vaccinations and travel papers they needed to bring the dog home to the UK. She insisted on doing it as a help to them, when they were doing so much to make a difference for the shelter.
Frankie was doing her best to avoid Andy, but it wasn't easy. He kept lurking around her, observing her as she worked, or when she spoke to Gary and Sally. She overheard Sally having a very serious conversation with him, that none of them seemed to want her to hear, as they closed the door quickly when she walked by. After that conversation he mainly sent her longing looks, and didn't come around to talk to her.
But one night when she was sitting on the sofa with Harry watching a show on Netflix, their doorbell rang. Harry opened the door, and came in a minute later with a bouquet and a very thick envelope. "It's for you," he smiled and looked a little surprised that someone was sending her flowers. He wasn't the only one, she was quite surprised herself.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "That's weird. Who could they be from?" Harry handed her the envelope while he went out to the kitchen to put the flowers in water. She opened the envelope and pulled a thick wad of papers out. It was a handwritten letter of at least 20 pages. She flicked through the pages quickly to find a signature. Some of the pages were drawings, portraits of her. There was poetry as well. On the very last page it said 'Your loving friend, Andy'. Frankie felt a shiver running down her spine. Harry came back into the room and caught her throwing the letter down on the table, a look of uneasiness on her face.
"Who is it from?" He asked as he set down the vase with the flowers. Peonies; her favourite flowers.
Frankie let out a long breath of air and pulled her legs up under her chin. "It's from Andy."
"Who's Andy?" Harry asked before he remembered. "Oh the admirer from work?"
Frankie nodded. "Yes. It's a long letter. There are drawings as well. Of me."
Harry picked up the letter and read the first page aloud. "Dear Frankie. It pains me that I can't talk to you at work. Sally has asked me to leave you be. I never got to tell you, that I think about you all the time. I imagine how it would feel to touch your soft, naked skin..." Harry interrupted his own reading. "What the fuck?" He looked angry, a look Frankie couldn't remember having seen before. He turned the pages and seemed to get increasingly angry at the sight of the portraits Andy had drawn. Some of them were portraits of her face, in others he had added a body, nude of course. He hadn't seen Frankie's naked body, so it was clearly something he made up, but nevertheless it felt wrong.
Harry laid all the pages out on the coffee table and shook his head. "This guy is obsessed with you. In a creepy way, love. Has he ever done anything?" He looked at her with a concerned look in his eyes.
"Not really, no. He tried to kiss me once, but I told him to back off. Since that day he mainly gawks at me. I get pretty uncomfortable." It was ridiculous she hadn't told him about these things.
Harry looked sad. "Why didn't you tell me? You must have been so scared."
Frankie felt ashamed that she had kept it from him. "I'm sorry, Harry. I just didn't want to cause drama or distract you from the album..." Harry shook his head at her and held up his hand.
"You can always tell me things like this, Frankie. I would prefer it, actually. I need you to be safe and this? This isn't safe. Who knows what a guy like this could have done. He could have..." Harry trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence. Instead he pulled Frankie closer, and hugged her tightly. "What if he had hurt you?"
He was very clearly upset about the whole situation. Frankie hadn't thought of it as a threat to her well-being, but the way Harry was reacting seemed like she was in some kind of danger. She had always just seen Andy as a bit of a lost soul, who wanted to make friends, and who possibly had a crush on her, that he couldn't do anything about. The way Harry spoke about him at that moment he sounded like a predator. Harry insisted on giving his security guard, Will, a call and have him come look at the letter, and help them determine whether or not Frankie was in danger.

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Hunger [H.S]
FanfictionFrankie Evans, 29, lives a very simple life in a suburb to London. She goes to work, pays her bills and sees her friends. She considers herself the frumpy one of the friend group, never the one to catch anyone's attention. Frankie has issues - she k...