y/n's pov:
I let out a soft breath of air, leaning against the cold wall of the elevator. I hope everything works out. I don't want my family to go through something so tragic, my mom would be shattered. But they said there's a chance right? They're just saying that.
The elevator dings open to a frustrated young man. I lift myself off the wall and stand properly. He walks in grumbling to himself. "What's wrong?" I ask softly, hoping not to set him off. "These fucking bastards. Treating me like shit. I have a proper job, well..I had one but I quit. I quit because they would always treat me like dirt. I couldn't handle it any longer. I honestly cannot be bothered anymore. I work my ass off everyday and get little to zero credit and respect. Why? Just because i'm the youngest one there. I need a fucking break." he rants.
Poor him. That seem really frustrating. I have an idea.
"Come with me." I say stretching my arm out in front him. He looks at me in confusion but grabs my hand anyway. The elevator dings again and I smile, dragging him out of there. "Do you have anything to do today." I ask as i'm pulling him out of the busy lobby.
"I would have been working all day but I quit so not re-"
"That's great."
"Shouldn't you not be talking to strangers?" He asks in amusement.
"I honestly cannot be bothered anymore." I repeat his words, causing him to give me a little smirk. "My name's Harry." He says.
"Alright Harry you said you wanted a break and quite frankly. I do too. So for the rest of the day today. Let's pretend we're long time friends just casually enjoying a little well-deserved break. Just let loose. Don't overthink any of your actions. Be spontaneous and just feel alive."
He looks at me with an amused expression. It's not everyday you go on a little fun day with a stranger you just met in an elevator. "If i'm your long time friend. Shouldn't I know your name?"
I open my mouth to reply but something stops me. I can feel myself about to get sad but I refuse to let that overpower me. "I can't tell you my name." I yell as we continue to swerve through the crowded streets.
"What do you mean?"
"I just can't. It's complicated."
He doesn't question further and I appreciate that.
My eyes lighten up when I spot an ice-cream truck in the distance and I pick up my speed. I hear Harry laugh behind me. He's got a beautiful laugh.
"Where are you taking me?"
"No where in particular really. But Ice cream truck for now." I reply.
We finally stop when we reach our temporary destination. He lets out a deep exhale and bends over, resting his hands on his knees, panting heavily. "What will you have?" I ask him while he's still catching his breath. He looks up at me for a second before standing up, "I'll just have chocolate."
"Plain chocolate? That's basic"
"Yes please, and don't make me run after this."
I roll my eyes playfully, "Alright you old man." He feigns offence at my words, "That's not very nice of you to say. I'm quite young."
"I'm sure you are." I step forward after the people in front of us, take their leave. "Hi! Can we have a chocolate and a vanilla ice cream. 3 scoops."
The nice ice cream man nods and starts on our order. I hear Harry scoff loudly beside me "You call me basic and go order some basic shit like vanilla."
