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Chapter 19 - Harry

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                                                               19. 

                                                          ●•Harry•●

A smile spread on my lips as soon as I briefly saw those female little shoes from under the lowest of the shelves. Not much was visible at first, but sooner she came closer and I saw her long blonde hair falling to the side as she peered to where I was, revealing those deep eyes of her and that warm smile, truly happy for seeing me. I put the CD on my hands back to its place, and once Angel made sure I wasn’t busy anymore, she ran towards me, jumping a little above my waist, and I had to be careful not to let her fall while she tightly wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Hey, Harry! I finally came,” she said while I placed her back on the floor.

During the past few weeks, since her birthday party, Angel had invited me to her house. Lana had to talk to Nathan, who gave her my phone number, and then she called me, basically begging for me to show up for a few hours, since Angel couldn’t stop talking about me and how I’d gotten her a firefly. She was the most adorable little girl I’ve met in my whole life, to be honest.

Since the day Lana called me, I tried to see the blonde girl at least once a week, usually going to her house after work, for something like half an hour before going to uni. The first thing she did was lead me to her room and show me her favorite things: the music box Kirsten had given to her, the teddy bears on her bed, the Phil Collins’ posters on the ceiling and specially her collection of his discography. That was definitely something new for me; a 10-year-old addicted to Phil Collins. Not usual at all.

She knew all his songs by heart, and each day I went there to visit her she made sure to let me know something more about his life. The best moment next to that sweet girl though was when I told her I could actually play one of his songs on the piano, if she wanted me to. No words can describe the glow in her eyes when she took in my words completely. I could swear the girl was nearly floating.

Other days she just talked about Kirsten and for how long they knew each other. It scared me how curious and excited I got everytime she mentioned her name, and I just couldn’t help but pay all the attention I could to not miss a single thing she said. Everytime she tried to drop the subject and move on to something else, I asked something stupid, and Angel just kept talking about Kirs. Though I didn’t find out much about her; they met each other a few years ago at the hospital where Lana works as a nurse (not a doctor, as I thought before), and when it happened Kirsten was already dating Tyler. I also found out they lived together, but that was obvious from the first time I walked into her house. There were too many things there that couldn’t belong to Kirsten, like the aftershave bottle in the bathroom. I doubted it was hers.

Other than that, I only knew she was Leroy’s sister. Not much, but it made me feel like I knew her a bit better now. And I couldn’t deny it, for some reason, it satisfied me. I had thought of her a lot since that day at the office, ‘cause for some reason she had caught my eye. She was pretty, of course, but it wasn’t because of that. Something on the way she acted that day, not only at the office, but also at the mall, told me there’s so much more behind that constant annoyed look. I was curious to know what it was.

That’s why I’d told Angel where I worked, and I’d also told her to go there with Kirsten, ‘cause I was sure she wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’ to the little girl she loved so much. Of course that telling Angel that I could get her the LP that was missing on her collection helped a lot to make her mind. Though she was quite excited with the idea of seeing me and the several rows of DVD’s even before I mentioned her idol.