Her

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After Donna and Rose left, John bounced around behind the counter, preparing a coffee for a tourist. He answered all the questions they asked about the city. It wasn't that difficult when you lived here for half of your life. As soon as he gave them their coffee, they were out the door. John sighed and began to make a fresh batch of spring cookies. Thirty minutes afterward, he was sitting on the counter, reading Harry Potter for the two-hundredth time. He forgot what is was like not to have Rose around. It was very bland, he figured.

The bell above the door rang, figuring it was Rose and Donna, he looked up and smiled. Instead he found a blond haired man in a suit; John cringed, hoping it was just the sleep deprivation getting to him.

"Hello, John." He hissed out his name.

"Harold."

He smiled, the charming smile that gave him everything, "I heard you have a girlfriend."

John stepped out from behind the counter, the book left abandoned as fury raged through his body, "No. I don't."

"Really? Then whom is this, Rose girl?" He hissed out her name.

"Someone you shouldn't talk about." John muttered.

"What was that little brother?" Harold asked, looking innocent.

John gave him a pointed look, "Someone that you shouldn't even think about."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because she is so much better than you."

"Really?"

"Yes. A million times better."

Harry glared at him, "A girl? Who grew up on an estate, hasn't even met her little brother, only way of making money is writing stupid little books."

John stepped closer to him, only a couple inches taller, "She's more than a girl from an estate. She's strong, she's been through so much. More than you, Daddy's Little Helper. She could stand up for anyone, she sees Beauty in everything and oh, just because she's an lower authority than you, does not mean you can change anything about her to me."

"I already told you what you're going to do." Harry said calmly.

"I don't give a damn about your stupid rules! I'm not marrying who you want me too. I ran for a reason, and you can do nothing about it." John's voice was reaching a yell.

"You have no control of yourself! You're only here because I let you."

He took a deep breath, "You know what Big Brother? You're a-a bastard and I don't care what you say. It isn't gonna change me at all. So go along and drink your tea with the queen. I could really care less."

"You are going to change. I know it, so you're gonna come with me." Harry said, pulling John's arm.

"Really? Because last time I checked, you were the one helping dad throw beer bottles at me. I think you're the one who needs to change."

"I was eleven, it means nothing." Harold said, pulling at his jacket, "You still need to change, look at you! Working in a coffee shop! You need something better."

John stayed where he was, "Oh, I am gonna change. But not because of you, because of Rose. She does it for the better and not the power and you know what? You can do nothing about it, because if there is one thing I believe in, just one thing... I believe in her."

Harold pushed John back, knocking him into the counter. Then punched him, sending him to the ground, "You swine."

John tried standing up again, but was pushed to the ground again.

"Dad was right! You are just trash, I've tried and tried! I'm done, y-you little- I'll get you back. You'll see. Just another swine."

He stormed out if the shop, pushing Rose. Rose reacted instantly, rushing to John's side.

"Please tell me you didn't hear what he said." John moaned.

Rose shook her head, she was crying, "Yeah... but I hear what you said."

"Rose.... if-"

He was cut off when she leaned in to kiss him, tugging his shoulders forward. He moved towards her; everything seemed to slow down and soon her lips were pressed up against his. Soft and full and everything he had ever imagined. I wasn't needy or desperate, but it yelled out the words they needed to know; the ones they already knew. She sighed and in the background you could hear someone talking but neither of them listened because they finally had each other.

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