PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xxxviii. i'msodonewithyoutwo

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

"Your boyfriend?" Harry's breath is caught in his throat, not quite able to process the information. He's baffled, to say the least. Of all the nicknames Charlie could have think of, he isn't expecting this one.

Is that even a nickname? Harry asks himself.

Charlie makes it even harder for him to blink and breath when her eyes are boring holes on his face. Her gaze is so intense Harry could melt any moment. Her blue eyes sparkle like the deep ocean on a hot day, it's cooling effect contrasting the heat. It soothes Harry's entirety, yet at the same time, the intensity pricks on his skin.

She smiles coyly. The cold gust of air that has somehow sweep through the cracks of the window sends her blonde hair flying in one direction. Her pearly whites twinkle, glistening eyes tame like a doe's. It's all slow motion for Harry.

The blonde looks down at her lap quite sheepishly, playing with the pads of her fingers. She peeks up at Harry once again, gaging his reaction reluctantly. Looking away from his green eyes, she speaks.

"Well, you're basically pretending as my boyfriend." She shrugs nonchalantly, her sight darting back to him and smirking like a child. "And besides, I can use that as an excuse to hold jerks off, you know. When they realize I already have a boyfriend, they'll back the hell off."

The lad raises one of his brows, pursing his lips together as if to say he's unimpressed.

"Do you know what will permanently make them back the hell off?" Harry questions, smirking deviously.

Charlie looks at him suspiciously, brows pulling together. The suggestive look on Harry's feature makes her cheeks heat up, adding color on the skin.

She looks away again, deciding that the sight of the mounds of flowers crowding her small lounge is better for her eyes, directing her attention to them for a second too long -- avoiding the subject per se.

"Oh look," she points to the different flowers and stands from her seat to approach them. "We can totally put up a small flower shop with all of these. Name it 'Garden of Aiden'. What do you think?"

"Sure, Charlie. Sure." Harry whispers to himself.

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Spellborough's Foundation Day, an important annual occasion wherein the townspeople come together for a day to commemorate the foundation of their own council, their partial independence from the entire Chicago City. Partial, because they still rely on the decisions of the government on the bigger picture, though they have the prerogative to follow through or dismiss them -- as they are just partially part of the city.

Charlie tries to explain the whole thing to Harry as they start walking to the municipal building where a program shall be held there. People are starting to pass by them on their way to said location, greeting Charlie and Harry the usual, "Happy Foundation day!" with big grins on their faces.

"So basically, we have a carnival until twelve midnight but it usually lasts way too later than that. We have different booths. You can buy souvenirs, hand-made products and of course, food that are out of this world. Everything, really. You're going to have a field day, Aiden." Charlie goes on to explain, the giddy aura inside her radiating off to spread in the atmosphere.

Harry smiles down at her and falls into step with her, nodding as his sight trails off the long line of banderitas adorning above them. The explosion of colors overwhelms him. There are lanterns that hang on each of the building's gates that will be used to light the path later on in the evening. They listen to the live music that plays on in the distance. They're finally almost there.