little miss sunshine » harry au

part four.

(four holla)

(i hate myself)

(jk i love myself)

(you all deserve to love yourselves btw)

(ily)

(on with the story)

(bye)

harry can't stop thinking about her. her voice, her laugh. how blue her eyes are. he looks out the window probably triple the amount of times he did before he actually saw her up close, and he's always disappointed when she's not there.

of course, eventually, he has to go on with his life, and he has a dinner reservation with his boss at a posh-ass restaurant right smack in the middle of town. so harry gets up and showers and puts on a nice flowy, white shirt and some extra black, extra tight skinny jeans (they don't even have any rips in them. brand spanking new). he leaves his hair down and curly, instead of a usual headscarf, because, hell, he's trying to be a little civilized.

he goes to his boss' house and picks up him and his wife, greeting them both with half-assed handshakes and a half-assed smile, then drives to the fancy italian restaurant. the hostess leads them to a table in the centre of the restaurant and gives them their menus once they're seated. a group at a round table near them erupts in sudden laughter, tearing harry's focus away from his boss' wife, who's talking about some celebrity scandal. the people at the round table are mostly adults.

but, of course, there's one very familiar blonde sitting at the table, playing with her food with a bored look on her face.

again, harry can't believe his amazing luck.

"harry, are you alright dear?" his boss' wife asks.

harry shakes his head and looks away from her, focusing his attention back to the situation at hand. "i'm fine, love. you were saying?"

as his boss' wife launches back into her story, harry finds himself looking over at the round table quite frequently. she's wearing a black dress, with long see-through sleeves that come down to her wrists. her hair is wavy as usual, and she's got dark makeup lining her eyes. she looks amazing. her lips are accentuated by a deep red color, which suits her so well, harry could squeal.

once their food comes, and harry's eyes leave her table for more than a few seconds, he actually indulges in conversation with his boss. but, as he's eating, his eyes flit over to her table.

and she's not there.

figuring she went to the washroom, harry excuses himself and follows.

he walks through the restaurant then marches right into the ladies' room.

I CAN SO SEE HARRY DOING THIS.