bracelets // l.s

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dedication: onlydaylor

cute fetus harry (this is how he looks in the story)
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I sighed, setting the paper down on the coffee table and started walking over to my front door. I should just ignore him, but I don't want to be rude. besides, he's living right across from me for goodness sakes, he's bound to see me sometime.

I open the front door, to see a grinning harry holding a bag of skittles.

"hello, stranger! I told my mum about you, she didn't like it. told me I was too old to have friends. is that wrong? I thought there wasn't an age limit for friends, guess I was wrong," he shrugged before adding,"I brought you some skittles! I brought some for me to eat while I was putting away my stuff in my new home, but I thought I could share with you."

he smiled up at me, offering me the bag of rainbowy goodness. I hesitated before grabbing it.

"erm, thanks, kid. I um, did you want to uh, come in or something?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. he was standing at my door, I couldn't say for him to go away. I had limited options here.

"yeah!" he skipped into my flat. I ran a hand through my hair, remembering I still needed to shower. and I had a new person here that I just met today? yippee.

"it's nice in here," he looked around, nodding.

"it's small, but I like it," I said, placing the skittles down on the table near the door.

"me too," he smiled, dimples showing,"s'lot better than mine."

"you just got here."

he nodded, grabbing a handful of skittles from the bag and stuffing them into his mouth.

"still, we don't have a lot of stuff anyways," he spoke with a mouthful of the candy. I mentally cringed.

"don't speak with your mouth full, kid. not attractive," I walked around him, heading back to my living room.

"are you saying I'm not attractive?"

"I'm not saying you are, but I'm not saying you're not. there's no in between," I looked through the scattered papers, picking up a bill paper.

'electricity $600 pounds'

I groaned slightly. why was everything so damn expensive?

"my mummy always says that I'm not good looking. says that's why I don't need friends, they wouldn't like me because I'm ugly," he frowned, and so did I.

"you're mum said that to you?"

"yeah, but I know it's true. my hair is too curly," once said, he flipped his hair a few times before running his hand through it."and I have a weird face."

"no you don't. don't listen to your mum. she obviously needs some sense knocked into her," I mumbled the last part. no person should ever be treated like this by their parents. not by anyone.

"what do you mean?" he asked.

"you aren't ugly, kid," I got up and walked over to him, ruffling his messy curls,"and you have nice hair. it's soft."

his cheeks turned a bright red. "thank you! I use extra conditioner. smells really good."

I chuckled. "you hungry?" I asked, changing the subject. his eyes widened.