Happy Valentine's Day (HarryXReader)

You are sitting in a booth, all alone. You watch the candles’ flame sway back and forth. Tears begin to fill your eyes.

He stood you up.

Why?

You can’t take it anymore, the tears you were holding back now stream down your face.

And you think, ‘No one loves me.’

A boy slips into the booth. You look up. He has dark curly hair, and green eyes. He is sporting a smile and dimples. He’s so beautiful.

“You’re so beautiful,” You say, letting the words fall out of your mouth. You blush not meaning to say such a thing.

His smile broadens, “What is a girl like you sitting all alone on Valentine’s Day for?”

“Uh.” You can’t speak. His british accent has left you pleasantly surprised.

Slowly he brings up a finger to your face, slowly gliding it down your cheek, wiping away your tears.

“My name is Harry,” he says, “and I was wondering. Will a beautiful girl like you be my valentine?”