Punk Harry Series

"You Meet For The First Time"

You're meandering about Harrods, searching through the knit sweaters in hopes of finding several new tops for the winter season when you notice a boy who looks horribly out of place. His black gauged ears are barely hidden behind the gray knit beanie overtop his brown hair and his tattoos peeking through the neck of his long sleeved t-shirt and he looks like he'd rather be anywhere but where he is. You watch a young sales assistant step up to him, a bright smile on her face as she speaks with him briefly. He shakes his head, giving her a simple "Thanks but I'm fine" before he's walking towards the back, where you are. You step farther away from him because your mother has always warned you about men with lots of tattoos and lose yourself in the soft fabrics of the sweaters you can't wait to purchase. "Excuse me, can I get your opinion on this?" a voice asks and you look up to find the tattooed boy from earlier holding up a cream sweater for your inspection. "It's for my mother," he adds at your curious look and you smile. "I think she'd really like that, I bought my mother the same one for her birthday and she loves it" you offer with a small smile and he nods. "I'm Harry" he says and you raise an eyebrow. "Alright" you say, glancing around at the other shoppers who have gather around. "You know, you usually tell someone your name once they offer their's" he jokes with a smile. "(Y/N)" you offer and begin to make your way away from him. "I won't bite, despite the snake bites" he tells you, gesturing to the piercings below his bottom lip. "I don't want to risk it" you say, trying to make it sound like a joke even though you aren't. Harry watches you walk away, a hurt look barely registering across his handsome face before he looks to the sweater he'd used as an excuse to talk with you. Just one glance at you and Harry knew you were too sweet for a guy like him, the kind of sweet he could get a sugar rush from just by looking at you for too long. That hadn't stopped him from trying to talk to you and it didn't stop the sting of rejection when you had walked away.