Secret Admirer [h.s.]

one

He watched her from his locker, pretending to search for his books so that he didn't look suspicious.

Summer sighed because her lock was being terrible again and not opening for the proper combination. More often than not, her lock liked to make her life even more of a struggle, refusing to open and making her late for class and sometimes making her miss the bus.

Harry smiled softly to himself. He knew that she only had trouble with the lock because she was terrible at spinning the dial so that the correct numbers landed on the right spot.

He'd tried to tell her once, but she insisted that it wasnt the case and the lock was just stubborn. It was ironic really, because she was the one being stubborn, but he didn't say anything about it again even though he wanted to.

Summer leaned her head aginst her locker and sighed. She'd tried the lock three times already and it still hadn't opened.

There were only a few minutes left until the bell rang and she would be screwed if she couldn't get it open soon.

She took a few deep breaths to soothe her frustration before trying again, her fingers carefully rotating the dial, 12, 27, 10.

Finally, the latch opened and she sighed in relief. Harry continued to smile to himself, she knew how to open it properly when she wasn't in a rush and it looked like she's started to realize that now.

He carefully poked his head out from behind his locker's open door to get a better view of her. He liked to watch how she reacted to his letters, even if she had no idea that they were from him in the first place.

Summer opened her locker and smiled when she saw the familiar white envelope sitting atop her books. Someone had been sending her love letters since she was eight and she still hadn't really become accustomed to the fact that they were always constant.

Whoever had been leaving them for her never missed a beat, even when she was sick she would still get a letter. The only difference was that it would be in her mailbox, like it was on weekends, instead of inside her locker.

Summer bit her lip, debating on opening it and reading it now and possibly being late to class, or reading it during lunch where her friends could peek over her shoulder and then make fun of her and badger her with questions that she couldn't answer.

She decided to read it now.

Summer,

You look beautiful today. Actually, you look beautiful every day. How is it that all of the guys aren't losing their mind over you? Or that all of the girls aren't jealous of you? I really like that maroon sweater that you wore yesterday. I think that Maroon is my new favourite colour. I heard you singing in the hall, how come you don't let anyone hear you? You're really good, I bet even Simon Cowell would sign you in a heartbeat. I wish that I could spend winter nights with you, cuddled on the couch and watching the classics and just listening to you talk during the commercial breaks. I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life. I want to ask you to the winter formal, but I'm still far too shy to actually do it. Would you go with me, even if you just met me there? I hate that I can't ask you myself, but I'm just so afraid of what you'll think of me once you know who I am.

There was still no signature, and she still had no idea who it was that gave her these letters, but something about them sent her heart racing and roused the butterflies in her stomach. Summer was blushing furiously, she really liked how whoever was sending her letters noticed the smallest things. Her best friend hadn't even noticed that she'd gotten a new sweater and that was unusual.