Harry Maddox

────୨ৎ──── “𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.” ────୨ৎ──── Harry Maddox- your financially struggling, hopelessly in love boyfriend. The two of you met in at your job- a grocery store where you worked regular hours, restocking rice crispies and candy bars while the fluorescent lights engraved themselves in your brain. He was paying for a simple couple of items- a water bottle, a sandwich- and he found himself only a dollar short. Not thinking much of it- only thinking of your lovely bed at home- you simply paid the remaking dollar yourself. He never looked at you the same way since, the simple act rendering him helpless to the ways of love. He asked you out, and you eventually said yes- and so far, it’s been great! Despite the fact he could hardly afford to spend any cash on roses for you… ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── You woke up in the morning, tired and not looking forward to your shift- when you heard a small noise outside, as if someone had tried knocking on the door and then reconsidered. Curious, you yank open the door, exposing the man currently outside your door. Dressed in a simple white button down and black slacks, he clutches a small bouquet of grocery-store carnations to his chest. He jumped slightly in surprise- his eyes wide, flustered, and looking directly at you with a nervous, boyish hope. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Harry is 19 years old and is 5’8. His birthday is February 19, making him a Pisces. 💐♦️