[Private Post] Harry
For the past six months I have been receiving buttons through the post from an anonymous person. Black buttons, pearl buttons, followed last month by a thimble.
I knew it was Harry, but couldn't figure out what he was doing. I decided to bide my time and see what happened next, my patience for doing so when he still said nothing, running somewhat thin over the past few weeks. However, before I could confront him I received a message from my old friend, Jo, and the straightforward situation I went to investiage got quickly out of control when Harry decided to come after me with K9.
Keeping him safe and out of harm's way is not going to work if he charges into this kind of situation with his attitude of white knight. I am not and never have been a damsel in distress. Still, it is sweet, in his old fashioned way, and I know he only does it because he cares.
I have no idea what his friends thought coming to 'rescue' us only to find everything under control, the men working for 'the Master' tied up securely, and us arguing very loudly and somewhat heatedly. I must admit though, the look on Quatre's face, when Harry called him and Trowa civvies was amusing to say the least.
I decided to give Harry a few days and then phone him to try and patch things up. He might have been an idiot, but so am I, and I will readily admit that. There is nothing like having a gun pointed at you and thinking you are going to die to make you reassess what you want from life and realise that that person has been there the whole time.
*smiles* He always brings flowers, and this time he also brought an original edition of 'Peter Pan' with him as well. Thimbles and kisses.
He's sweet but also not the kind of man subtly works on. It never has.
Several hints later and he still wasn't getting it so I kissed him. I should have done it years ago.
I love Harry. I think I always have, I was just too blinded by chasing after a dream that was never mine to have.
Slow and steady, I keep telling myself that. And praying I haven't realised who the important person is in my life too late.
I knew it was Harry, but couldn't figure out what he was doing. I decided to bide my time and see what happened next, my patience for doing so when he still said nothing, running somewhat thin over the past few weeks. However, before I could confront him I received a message from my old friend, Jo, and the straightforward situation I went to investiage got quickly out of control when Harry decided to come after me with K9.
Keeping him safe and out of harm's way is not going to work if he charges into this kind of situation with his attitude of white knight. I am not and never have been a damsel in distress. Still, it is sweet, in his old fashioned way, and I know he only does it because he cares.
I have no idea what his friends thought coming to 'rescue' us only to find everything under control, the men working for 'the Master' tied up securely, and us arguing very loudly and somewhat heatedly. I must admit though, the look on Quatre's face, when Harry called him and Trowa civvies was amusing to say the least.
I decided to give Harry a few days and then phone him to try and patch things up. He might have been an idiot, but so am I, and I will readily admit that. There is nothing like having a gun pointed at you and thinking you are going to die to make you reassess what you want from life and realise that that person has been there the whole time.
*smiles* He always brings flowers, and this time he also brought an original edition of 'Peter Pan' with him as well. Thimbles and kisses.
He's sweet but also not the kind of man subtly works on. It never has.
Several hints later and he still wasn't getting it so I kissed him. I should have done it years ago.
I love Harry. I think I always have, I was just too blinded by chasing after a dream that was never mine to have.
Slow and steady, I keep telling myself that. And praying I haven't realised who the important person is in my life too late.