flower crowns // l.s.

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What if?

Harry heaved a sigh and scratched his head. Honestly? He was bored. Bored right out of his mind. He wasn't sure how long he could deal with this job.

And then he walked in.

He was grinning (he was always grinning) and holding a huge box in his hands, making his way right over to Harry. Harry couldn't help but smile back.

"What's this?" Harry asked once the large box was plopped right on top of his desk.

"It's a surprise for my boyfriend," he replied.

Harry nodded, suppressing a smile. "Oh?"

"Yeah. He's kinda short, has blond hair. Have ya seen him?"

Harry stood up and hit his shoulder. "Ha-ha, very funny. Did you get me something, Will?"

Will grinned again. Harry smiled fondly and stared into his dark eyes; Will was tall, taller than Harry, and had dirty blond hair that Harry loved to pet when Will napped. He never liked people touching his hair, and Harry could understand that because he really does have such good hair, so he could only get away with it when he was sleeping. Will. He could talk about him for hours. He's kind and very smart and practical. When Harry met him, he was just a dumb boy chasing after an unrealistic dream... He met Will during an evening of flower shopping; Harry's flowers had just died so he'd run down to the market to find some more. Then came Will, who Harry (not so graciously) bumped in to while hurrying over to the flowers. Harry hadn't ever really been around someone so tall and was completely awestruck by this man's height. 

"How tall are you?" Harry had asked.

Then Will slightly turned toward him. Harry only then realized Will was on the phone and instantly felt bad. Will's  eyes had traveled over Harry. "Bart? Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back." Then he talked to Harry and Harry talked back.

Will is a business man, always on the go and traveling to and from places. When Harry--and he feels silly thinking about it now--told him on their first date that he dreamed of opening a flower shop, Will told him how unstable financially that would be. It really opened Harry's eyes. Since then, almost a year ago now, Will has helped him really get on his feet. Harry works for a company that places shops in malls. Every time Harry explained this to friends, he'd say this: 

"You know those people you see in malls that always wants you to try their hair product or skincare routine? We work and figure out what would sell most and place them there."

That usually works.

He was in the middle of some paperwork before this huge box was placed on it, but he doesn't mind. He and Will don't get each other gifts, anyway, because it wouldn't be very nice to out-do each other.

"Harry, bunny, you know we don't do that," Will softly replied.

Harry felt something deflate in his chest, but smiled. "Of course. What is it, then?"

"It's a new printer!" Will excitedly said, opening the box. "You complained about the one here so I decided to buy a new one for the office."

Harry plastered a wide smile on his mouth. "Wow," he said in a gentler tone. "Amazing, thank you." He leaned over his desk and the printer to give him a quick kiss on the mouth. "Should go set this up, huh?" Harry said, then reached down into the box and pulled out the printer. It was too small to go in an office of fifty, and he didn't really understand why Will, who is very smart, thought an average sized one would do the trick. Or that he thought buying a gift for the office is better than him buying a gift for Harry, but whatever. It's the thought that counts.