"There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired." - Friedrich Nietzsche


Lucy's POV


I was sitting at my desk in the corner, minding my own business as I worked on a new sketch in my drawing pad when a knock at the classroom door sounded. Mr. Rivera looked up at me from his paperwork and cocked his head to the side, urging me to go see who it was. I quietly pushed my chair away from the table and stood up before weaving through the columns of seats to answer the door where a man in a navy blue jumpsuit carrying a bouquet of flowers awaited. Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I eased open the door, so I could slip outside.

"Excuse me. I have a delivery here for a Lucy Grayson," The man announced after clearing his throat.

"Delivery?" I repeated the words back to him in my state of surprise. "These flowers are for me?" I questioned.

"Erm, yes." he nodded his head, "Well...assuming that you're Lucy of course," The boy made sure to clarify. "I think the roses came with a note card too. It's somewhere inside."

I nodded and muttered a quiet 'okay,' though I didn't really see the point in reading the note. As soon as he identified the flowers were roses, I immediately knew whom they were from and didn't need a piece of paper to validate my intuitions. Harry just may be the sweetest boyfriend I've ever had.

I accepted the roses with one hand and used my other to open the classroom door again, shutting it gently, so that I wouldn't disturb the students who were working on their paintings. However, once they caught a glimpse of the roses, soft gasps echoed throughout the room, and people began to murmur things as I walked past. My cheeks flushing out of embarrassment, Connor turned around from his chair to give me a sympathetic smile to which I accepted with a small nod.

Once I got re-situated in my seat, the chatter eventually died down, and I whipped out my phone to send Harry a text message.

To Harry:

Thanks for the flowers. See you after work.
You're the best babe xx

Sent at 10:55 am

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When class ended a few students, including myself, stayed behind to help put away the art supplies that had been carelessly left on the desks. I was content with the idea of cleaning up the mess by myself, but Connor insisted that he and his friends didn't mind lending an extra hand. Speaking of the cheeky lad, after he finished goofing around with the dry paint, Connor started to compile the dirty paint brushes into a bucket while I organized a few materials in the supply closet.

"Hey Lucy? Where should I put these paint brushes?" A deep, raspy voice called out from across the room.

I snapped my head back in the direction of the sound to make sure that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. Once I turned around, I noticed that Connor was wearing one of his infamous smirks and looking at me with those misty eyes of his. He began moving his lips again, but the words somehow became mute as I focused on his facial features.

"Hello? Earth to Lucy..." Connor raised his eyebrows at me as he slowly entered the closet. "Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Pssh - what kind of question is that?" I retorted in attempt to make my bluff seem believable. "Of course I heard what you said. The paint brushes go up there." I pointed to the top shelf.

The young boy simply shook his head as he brushed past me to reach the top shelves. His back muscles retracting underneath his shirt, I watched Connor lean up and slide the bucket all the way against the wall with his fingertips to make sure it didn't fall off. As soon as the task was completed, he turned around to face me again with his arms folded across his broad chest.

I stared at him expectantly, waiting to see what he'd do. When neither of us spoke, I finally opened my mouth to break the silence. "Well, I think everything is cleared up now. Thanks for staying back to help out. You're free to leave."

"No problem. I'll get going in just a second, but I have to ask you something first," He told me.

"Oh..." Was all that came out of my mouth.

I wonder what he wants to know.

"I noticed you got flowers in class today, and I wanted to know what you thought of them. They were roses, right? Do you like roses?" Connor inquired.

I found his babbling to be quite adorable honestly. A smile reached the corners of my lips as I nodded my head. "Mhm. They're my favorite. Why do you ask?"

With the shrug of his shoulders, Connor began to back peddle out of the supply closet while I followed his suit. I ended up pushing in some chairs to the desks on the way back to the classroom entrance. Once I was close enough to reach for the doorknob, the gray eyed boy stopped in his tracks and faced my way again.

"Oh - And before I forget to answer your question, I just wanted to make sure I got the order right," He said while tugging his bottom lip in between his teeth and swinging open the door, leaving me standing there confused as to why on Earth he'd want to give me roses in the first place.

Notes

I wrote this on my phone. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. Today was my last day of class and now I'm free for the rest of the summer...and you know what that means? More updates <3

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