Fallen // h.s.

Fourteen

"Ms. Monclaire?"

I nodded looking at the man in front of me.

"This just arrived for you." He said with a big gift in his arms.

I looked at the nametag he had on his shirt and couldn't help but smile. "Thanks Joe." I said taking the gift from his hands.

"No problem Ms. Montclaire." Joe said before leaving. That name sound familiar? Well that must be because is the same clueless Joe that Louis and Scarlett were talking about.

I chuckled to myself looking down at the gift.

"God Harry, when are you gonna stop getting me so much things." I whispered to myself rolling my eyes.

About five hours had already passed since my lunch break, five hours since I received the chocolate cookies I so much loved. In five hours, I've received a box full of my favorite chocolates, and bouquet of beautiful red roses and a charm bracelet, which I had on right now, with the letter E on it.

I couldn't help but notice all the trouble he was going through to just get everything right with me. To show me how sorry he was. I mean, did he not have work to do?

Every single gift had a small note attached to it.

Chocolates:

Sweet, charming, nice, lovely, good-looking, mouthwatering and incredibly amazing. You thought I was talking about the chocolate? I was actually talking about you.

-Harry

Bouquet of flowers:

If I had a flower for every time you made someone smile and laugh, I'd have a garden to walk in forever.

-Harry

Charm Bracelet:

E is for Enchanting; sweet and wonderful girl.

M is for Marvelous; you are amazingly great to be around

M is for Mesmerize; captured by your beauty

A is for Alive; how you make me feel.

-Harry

And now I had a big box wrapped in gift paper, which I had yet to open. Every single gift I got made my heart flutter. Somehow I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. About the first time I met him, about the amazing things every single note he wrote said, even about those amazing green eyes that I desperately wanted to see.

But I also couldn't stop thinking about every time he hurt me, how his hurtful words made me feel and how my eyes cried because of someone who apparently I couldn't stop thinking about now. Somehow everything he had done to me, every sad moment he made me feel, was soon being erased from my mind.

"He committed a mistake. Who doesn't?" I whispered to myself as I opened the present in front of my eyes.

As I open the box I couldn't help but let out a laugh. There were ten items inside the box. I picked one up and smiled.