🎃 Fate Perkins - Oct. 31, 2015
And so we leave the party, our feet taking us wherever - not paying much attention since we were engrossed in the topic of slutty costumes in cold weather. (This conversation starting when we stepped out of the building and toward the chilly New York air - my legs and arms immediately forming goosebumps. And me wondering how other girls could do this.) The ghost takes off his jacket from underneath his sheet and hands it to me. It smells like mint and coffee - a very calming smell.
"I like them because it shows how confident one is with their body," he comments the ghost voice long gone but replaced with a whisper. I had to strain my ears to hear him and even then, I couldn't determine if I knew this man or not. "Confidence is sexy, their costume isn't."
I blink in surprise, looking away from the guy on my right to look at the sidewalk ahead of us. "Wow, you're like, the best man I've ever met."
"I was raised by my mum and sister." He shrugs. It is then that I can detect a British accent. I wish I could say that I can narrow down my suspicions on who this guy is but sadly I can't - I meet many people with accents whether I know them or not. He could be either or.
"So, where should we head?" I ask after a moment of silence. My arms crossing over my chest still trying to contain the heat that was radiating off of the jacket and the person right beside me. We had to walk closer together since children and their parents littered the streets going to apartment complexes and shops that would give them candy.
"Any place warm. I don't want you to get a cold."
And so we compromise on going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art as he shared that he's always wanted to go and that I was quite a fan of art. When entering, my body automatically relaxed from being in the warmth. I breath out a sigh of relief before scanning my surroundings.
"Wow. It's so beautiful in here," he reads my thoughts. I nod along, before marching froward the ghost quickly walking to my side. He nudges my side after a few moments of silently studying the art around us. "We look out of place being here in our costumes."
It is then that I remember what I'm wearing - this exposed costume that I am not too happy about being in right now. Immediately, I zip up the jacket and turn towards the ghost who made no attempt at taking off the awful costume.
"I forgot I was even in this awful thing," I mutter, eyes turned down to face the floor. I then look to the painting beside us, black and white splattered rhythmically across the large canvas; abstract, my favorite. Just as I begin to turn my eyes back down to the floor, a finger is placed under my chin making me meet the green slit eyes. (Honestly, those holes were poorly cut.)
"I think you look amazing," he says. "Not only in that costume but just... you. You're so beautiful, Fate."
And I couldn't help my cheeks turning pink. I was merely complaining about this costume Blake forced me to wear and in return he gave me a compliment - something that I wasn't used to. I was plain old Fate, who dressed comfortably all the time and sure men, like Theo, found me to be beautiful but never had they sounded this genuine.
So I hugged him.
Not caring that I might not know the guy, I just rope my arms around his torso as my head rests on his shoulder and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice when he shook out of his shock to rope his arms around my shoulders, consuming me in that mint-coffee scent.
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(A/N): iT'S HAPPENING GUYS OMG. Honestly though, Fate, how can you not know that this cutie is Harry c'mon. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and know that there is a lot more to come in their adventure!
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p.s. the painting where #Farry had their first hug x
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