vodka || h.s au

prologue

lesya hated russia since the moment she got into high school. she's never been the one to socialize much and high school (plus university) has always been a big struggle for her because to be honest, she's never seen so many fake people in one place.

harry is tired of sleeping alone. his heart is just too big to not share his love with someone. he has always been the goofy, dorky guy, alone his presence made the world a better place.

lesya's only source of happiness was her cat Cat (yes, she is very creative) and her hip flask (no, she swears it's not vodka.)

harry's been positive all his life, he thought that life is too short to worry over the tiniest things, so he always lived as if it would be his last day.

after lesya had enough, she packed her things (and her cat), dropped out of university and made her way to london. she wasn't impressed by british people, let alone their weird habits (the steering wheel is on the wrong side, what the hell is wrong with you?), but it was a nice change of scenario, so why not.

after harry finished his last gig with his bandmates in london, they all went to an indie-bohemian-hipster-orwhateveryoucallit bar to loosen up a bit. louis always joked about harry's dance moves when he was drunk, that's why he didn't want to go first place, but they promised him free beer (unlimited beer, are you serious?), so why not.

lesya, once landed in london and successfully sat in a taxi, made her way to find a hidden bar in the not-so-royal part of london. she didn't even care about anything, she'd found herself a normal hotel somewhere, but it was only six am.

the first thing harry noticed about her was her flawless, pale skin and her icy, almost scary blue eyes.

the first thing lesya noticed about him was his dimpled grin and his comforting, deep green eyes.

it's just a normal story about how easily can two strangers fall in love in a matter of seconds. (well, vodka and beer helped them as well.)