little miss sunshine » harry au

part three.

harry's pining continues for a month. he wakes up extra early in the morning to watch her get into the bentley mulsanne and drive off. he rushes home after work to see her arrive home, usually with a friend or two. harry's favorite nights are when she comes home late at night (every thursday, to be exact), goes inside and changes into sweats and a tank top, and comes back outside with a cuppa and a book. she sits on the porch swing and reads and sips and swings until the moon is high in the sky.

that way, harry can watch her for at least an extra hour, which pleases him very much.

finally, after watching her run up her front steps and disappear into the house, harry decides he should probably get up off his ass and buy some food. he gets into his shitty little car that smells like alcohol and long nights, and drives to the nearest tesco.

tesco is relatively empty, as it's 9:30 on a thursday night. he quickly maneuvers around the store, picking up items he figures he needs more of.

suddenly, as he's debating between white and wheat, a certain blonde catches his eye. she's in the candy aisle, and as far as harry can see, she's holding a package of maltesers and a jumbo snickers bar. in the basket on the ground beside her, there's a blue powerade and an issue of grazia magazine.

her hair is blonder up close. her lips are more plump up close. her nose is more curved up close. she's shorter than she looked from his window. at this point, harry's pretty sure he's staring, his mouth wide open. he doesn't really care, quite frankly.

harry can't believe his luck. without thinking, he walks over to her and purposely bumps her shoulder, his bread long forgotten. she stumbles a bit, but catches herself, and makes a small 'ee' sound. harry wants to chuckle at the sound, but then he remembers that he's supposed to be apologetic, because he 'tripped over her' just now.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he rushes out. "i-i'm really sorry." she looks up at him. harry loses his breath, because her eyes are so blue and so clear. harry's sure he can see every thought flitting through her head right now. "i, just. i'm sorry."

"not a problem." she giggles. harry feels like someone punched him straight in the heart, because that giggle, and her voice. light and airy. her voice is light and airy, replicating how harry's mind feels as soon as he realizes she was paying attention to him, and she now knows that he exists. "'was an accident, i'm sure."

"yeah." and, okay, harry feels like a tit for lying, but he has no choice. "i'm sorry."

"it's fine, really." she laughs, her lips curving up, and harry is sure he has never felt more attached to anyone in the world in his entire twenty years.

 ciel on the side.