Transient "Jane" // Harry AU

It was regular night like any other. Harry hadn't anything to do, but stroll the city streets at midnight. The warmth of the sticky July days still lingered in the middle of London, so he hadn't been bothered to grab a jumper on his way out. Not that he planned to be out for long anyway. It was too quiet and lonely to stay out here for long. Thoughts of his extremely lonely popstar life flooded his mind and he wasn't cruel enough to call up his mates at this hour, so he did what he normally did and walked.

He lethargically kicked a rock down the dusty sidewalk, and didn't bother to admire the the shiny lights from festivals and street fairs. He was too frozen in his own world. Until, that is, he caught a whiff of daisies and fresh wind. He'd not been sure how He hadn't notice it before, but there were converse clad feet stepping in time with him. Scraping the pavement with the dragging of rubber over stone and whistling a cheery tune.

"Can I help you?" He asked tiredly.

"Not really." She replied. Harry took the time to once over this peculiar girl walking beside him and came to the conclusion that she was probably a fan or just a random crazy that lingered in town. With skin like chocolate and curls like a lioness she was probably in the top ten most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. If you subtracted the Native American head gear atop her head, the steampunk goggles on her hairline and the nerf gun strapped to her back.

"Can I ask you why your walking beside a strange man like me at midnight?"

"Hmmm, I think I'd be okay for you to ask that." She giggles in an obviously flirtation manner. Harry isn't really in the mood to be his normal flirtatious self and he wished she'd just go away, but Harry does have manners and he is intrigued by her getup. So, instead of settling for some snarky comment he just rolls his eyes and repeats the question.

"I am walking beside you because I am bored and you are harmless and seem like reasonable company."

"How do you know I'm harmless and not some sociopathic killer who preys are girls in headdresses?" He questions.

"Because sociopathic killers don't normally wear slippers and family guy jammies when they're on the prowl for girls in headdresses." Harry mentally face palms when we remembers that he also didn't bother to change his clothes before leaving his flat.

"So, I'm not a sociopathic killer who preys on girls, but what about you?" Harry all of a sudden had an interest in this African beauty who's skin glowed whenever they walked below a street lamp. "What's your story?"

"What does it matter? All you need to know is that neither of us are fatally dangerous and you'll have a lot more fun if we don't know a lot about each other. The less you know the better." The girl pulls down her googles over her eyes and shifts her nerf gun into her hands before stopping their walk abruptly and turning to handsome curly haired boy.

"I'm going to contradict my last statement and ask a question." Harry is quite honestly done questioning her logic so he just goes along with it rubbing his eyes.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen. why?"

"Oh jolly good. You're not too young." Harry's not quite sure what the girl is getting at, but he goes along with it anyway. Said native girl grabs his hand for the first time that "morning" and drags him into a corner market. It looks closed, but this girl pulls out a key and unlocks the metal door in front if the actual door leading into said store.

"Do you own this shop or something?"

"I do actually. Come in then." The girl gestures for Harry to enter a brightly lit shop and follows in after her before swiftly passing him to search behind the counter.