Wish [Harry] On Hold

21 | U n s u r e

Dedicated to immaturely for the lovely, creative fanart above! x

I COULDN'T RECALL A TIME in my life where I'd felt quite as happy. Sure, as a kid there had been plenty of things that made me feel joyful - like winning a junior painting competition and the egg-and-spoon race on Sports Day. However, those were only minor victories. The real victory had only just been achieved - Harry.

Of course it was Harry. He was my ray of sunshine on a rainy day, the cream to my strawberry, the apple to my pie, the-

- penís to your vagína.

I cleared my throat, disgusted with myself for thinking such crude things. 

It had been a fairly quiet day at the ERHA, and I'd powered through my day's work as if I were a machine. Honestly? Working at the housing association wasn't too bad when you realised that all you had to do was transfer data, write letters and answer a few phone calls from time to time. And the bonus was of course having rather tasty looking people up in the finance department. 

"You seem awfully happy," Fiona commented just before packing-up time. I just looked up at her and smiled. "In fact - very happy indeed."

"Well, what can I say? I've had a crush on someone for ages and we finally got together," I said.

This seemed to pique her interest, and she leaned closer on her desk, her long bejewelled hands, clasped tightly together. "Go on," she urged.

"You know Harry up in finance?" I said.

She just let out a laugh. "Do I know him? Honey, everyone here knows him. He's the eye-candy here at the ERHA and quite frankly, every lady - probably a few of the gentlemen - wants to jump his bones."

I just looked at her, a little shocked at the news. Everyone wanted Harry? Not that I blamed them, but it was a little bit of a surprise to hear. Come to think of it, whenever I saw him pass through the hall for his break or to run some errands, a few heads did turn to observe. 

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Well, we're kind of ... going out now."

Fiona just looked at me, almost as if she couldn't believe what I'd said. "Really?" 

I just nodded, unable to contain the smile on my face. It was my proud smile. 

THAT NIGHT I WORKED HARD on creating something that wasn't Harry's face. I dipped the brush into the paint and soon started to smear the colour onto my landscape piece, trying my hardest to bring the image of a countryside cottage to life. It was very much like home, and I'd been smiling every few minutes as I recalled precious memories from my childhood.