Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 2

A/U NOTE:
1) Where has that picture of Harry been all my life!? Ps, they both look like this in the chapter.

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Harry gently poured some water into the soil of his favourite plant. It was small and fuzzy to the touch, and he simply believed that this particular plant was going to grow into something very beautiful soon.

"Good morning, Harry!" A elder man, which Harry had learned his name was Ethan, waved to him as he stepped into Harry's shop.

"Good morning, Ethan. How's your day been?" Harry hums, setting down the watering can and moving to start gathering Ethan's regular order.

"Rather warm, Harry. It's going to be blistering out there. Gwyneth isn't going to be too happy about that," he sing-songed, and Harry looked over his shoulder to flash him a warm smile.

"I'm sure that she'll be happy that it's a beautiful day out, regardless."

Gwyneth passed away nearly two years ago, but Ethan always showed up throughout the week to buy her flowers and go to visit her. Harry assumed that he meant her grave. Nonetheless, Harry went along talking about her as if she were still alive.

Ethan slowly wandered closer to Harry, his cane tapping on the floor every few steps. Harry tried to keep his eyes down on cutting the roses, though he didn't need to since he knew how to do it with his eyes closed, but Ethan was peeking over his shoulder and it was a bit strange to look up when he was right there.

Harry was gay, but not with that old of men.

"Are you alright, Harold, doll?" He rasped, and Harry could hear the faint hum of Ethan's hearing aid.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Harry smiles softly, moving to cut some of the white roses next, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you've been fidgeting like a teenage girl going on her first date."

Harry nearly choked on his own spit, gulping as he let out a shy laugh, "I can assure you that I'm fine, Ethan. Thank you, though."

"It's a boy isn't it?"

"Ethan!" Harry's eyes flew wide, spinning around to see the old man laugh loudly and without shame, "No, it's not a boy!"

"Yes it is! I can see it written all over your face, my darling," Ethan chuckled, pointing a finger up at Harry's face, "I know a crush when I see one."

"I do not fancy Louis," Harry grumbled softly, turning back to gather the roses in a neat arrangement before going off to grab a clear wrap.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, Ethan." Harry sighed, looking back at the old man and handing him the bouquet.

"Are you sure you're positive?"

"Ethan."

"Hm?"

"I'm sure."

"I don't think you are."

Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk towards the cash, squealing softly when he felt a swift smack on his bottom. He realized that Ethan had whacked him with his cane, "What was that for!"

"Don't roll your eyes at me. It's rude," Ethan hummed, paying the exact amount.

Harry couldn't help the smile that came over his face, grinning, "Alright, I'm sorry Ethan. You- uh.. You uhm.."