Hard to Love (h.s)

9

9

I wish for you Luna. I wished for you Luna. Luna keep thinking about Harry's wish over and over and over. She wanted to know why he wished for her, and it kept her busy.

"Why? I don't mean to sound ungrateful or rude but why me?" Luna asked.

"Because Luna, you deserve to be somebody's wish." Harry explained, giving her a soft smile.

"Well, if I had to be anybody's wish, I'm glad I got to be yours." Luna smiled at him.

They continued walking around the park making some small talk.

"I do have to ask Luna, did you think he was the one." Harry joked.

Luna paused, thinking about the question. "Actually, I did. I think all 5 year olds who date think that they are the one they are going to spend the rest of their lives with. We were going to get married in the most romantic spot known to man." Luna smirked.

"And where would that be."

"On a farm."

"Really? A farm? I thought you could do better than that." Harry faux-scoffed.

"Heeey! We were learning about animals the week of our wedding planning. Old McDonald was going to marry us." Luan giggled.

"Old MacDonald had a farm eieio. And on that farm he had a wedding, eieio." Harry laughed along with Luna.

"That could have been the song I walked down the aisle too." Luna chuckled.

They had made there was back to the cafe, and Luna needed to get back to work. They bid their goodbyes and went their separate ways; Harry to his car and Luna into the cafe.

"Wow Luna you were gone for 5 minutes extra, anything happen?" Justine smirked.

"No, but for those 5 minutes extra that I was gone did you and Max manage to do it in the storage room?" Luna smirked back.

"We already did that!" Max yelled from the kitchen. Luna shook her head walking back behind the counter, slipping her apron on, getting back into work.

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When Luna arrived home, she got to work. Not making coffees and pastries, but writing and drawing. She was of the artistic type. She would draw a lot in her freetime or write. Both were ways of expressing herself, it was freeing.

She would write here and there, but drawing was something that she needed to inspired by. Experiences are what prompted and lead her to the easel in the closet. Memories and recollections are what ended up on the canvas. Her feelings were the paint.

So when she came home, she painted on a small canvas. She shut her mind off, and the only thing working was her fingers, the brushes, and the paint. She got lost in the art, lost in the beauty of it. And she was lost for 5 hours, not taking a break, too focused on what was in front of her.

When she was done, she stepped back, admiring her work, she was proud. Luna was about to make her way to the bathroom to wash up when there was a knock on the door. Still in a dazed state, she made her way to the door.

"Hey Harry. Is everything okay?" Luna asked worriedly. It was unlike Harry to just randomly show up at her home.

"Yeah, I called you about 10 times and I didn't get an answer, I thought something bad happened to you." He answered, out of breath from all the havoc he thought was going on.

"Sorry I was busy," She smiled sincerely. "Come in," She motioned her arm into the living room. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back, I just need to wash up." Luna explained, heading to the bathroom.