Horace's POV
What a lovely day, September 3rd as usual per of course. Everyone was enjoying the sunny weather, most playing tag in the front yard, Jacob, Hugh, Fiona, and Emma off snogging somewhere I suppose. I walked through the garden admiring the flowers in a sort of daze when my eyes glazed over some pink tulips. I suddenly remember someone else who hadn't been playing tag in the yard. Well I guess I didn't suddenly remember, (y/n) never really leaves my mind. Tulips are her favorite flowers, I remember the glow on her face when she first came to the loop. I walked with her showing her the garden and when she saw the tulips her eyes lighted up. They are beautiful she told me - (y/n) however is far more beautiful than tulips. I picked a couple of the richest colored tulips and began walking twoards the house. If I knew (y/n) she was probably inside reading a novel. As I entered the door and headed to the common room I couldn't help but laugh, it was just as I had predicted (pun intended? Lol). I didn't realize how actually nerve-wracking the act of giving flowers to a girl could be until I was already standing a couple feet away. (Y/n) was breathtaking, she was curled up on the little nook in front of the window, book in hand. Sunlight coming in from the window illuminated her face oh so perfectly. Locks of her (h/c) (h/l) framing her face. Then I realized, she was asleep. I let out a soft laugh and all my fears about giving her the flowers melted away. I set the flowers on her open book so that she would see them upon awakening. It's a shame I'm to shy to tell her how I feel but it's not as if (y/n) would ever fancy me. So the secret flowers will suit for now I guess, she won't know it's me but it's the thought that counts right? I had to pull myself away from staring if I stayed too long she would wake to me hovering over her, something I didn't want to explain myself out of.
(Y/n)'s POV
I woke slowly yawning and stretching, I must of fell asleep reading.. again. It's a habit I should really stop but reading is so relaxing I can't help but drift asleep. I opened my eyes and saw something out of my blurred waking vision that wasn't there before. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and when I removed my hands I couldn't believe it. Someone had left me tulips! Tulips has always been my favourite flower I thought they were simple yet charming. They were a beautiful shade of dusty pink and I couldn't stop smiling at how wonderfully nice it was for someone to bring them to me. Then I realized that no one was in the room with me, or at least so I thought.
"Looks like you got a secret admirer" laughed Millard. I jumped a little not expecting to here his voice.
"Millard polite persons don't walk about in the nude!" I say imitating Miss Peregrine. I don't know how many times Millard will have to be told that until late he starts wearing clothes properly like everyone else. Then I blushed as I realized what he said, secret admirer? But who?
"Millard do you know who gave me these?" I asked glancing in what I thought was his direction.
"Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't" he teased and I shut my book and set it aside trying to think. Of course Millard knows but if it was a matter of if he tells or not I knew to think the latter.
"Was it you?" I asked with a small laugh, I know it wasn't Millard but I thought maybe asking would give me a clue to who it might be.
"I hope I don't offend you when I say I don't see you that way" he laughed back.
"I know Mill I just hoped you'd cracked a clue for me" I stood up and sighed with the flowers in my hand. "I suppose I should go fetch some water for these, do you think Enoch would let me borrow a jar to put them in?"
"I don't see why not, are you coming to the beach tonight?" Millard asked moving somewhere in the room.
"Of course, I'll see you there" I said leaving the room to get water for my flowers.
I started walking downstairs knocking on the basement door quietly as not to disturb.
"Come in" Enoch yelled in a somewhat irritated voice. I pushed open the door and made my way down tge creaky stairs. Enoch was fumbling with his clay dolls and he seemed to be angry with one.
"How's it going (y/n)?" He called out while ripping the limbs off his clay doll and throwing it aside.
"I was brought these flowers today and I was wondering if I could borrow a jar to put them in, they're really pretty I'd like to keep them in my room" I said walking closers and observing the gritty floor. Sometimes I feel bad for the clay men but I try not to dwell on it too much.
"Oh he got you flowers eh? That's cute I guess, go ahead" he said handing me and empty glass jar. It had a slight blood stain on the side so I would have to scrub it off.
"He?" I questioned out loud. How could he know who got me these flowers? Enoch began to laugh so hard he was almost in tears.
"You don't know? Secret admirer flowers huh?" I nodded, slightly irritated I didn't know who he was referring to earlier.
"Will you tell me please!" I begged
"Please won't you tell me?" I was to impatient to even wait for an answer.
"Who do you want it to be?" He said joking still laughing uncontrollably. I blushed as I thought about his question, I hadn't even thought about that because it had seemed so impossible to me. If Horace had got me these flowers I would be overjoyed, but of course that's not the case! Horace welcomed me first to the loop, he has always been my best and closest friend but he wouldn't fancy me! I covered my face as Enoch continues to the laugh at me even more so now that I'm pink and embarrassed, lost for words.
"Thank you and goodbye Enoch, talk to you later" I rushed up the stairs to the sound of Enoch's cruel snickering.
Horace's POV
The night was clear and the stars were bright, we all walked together to the beach. As we got closers the waves started to drown out our laughter. Emma pulled Jacob away quickly, they were going to the sunken ship. The rest of us ran to the water and began to change into swimsuits. Not me of course I did really feel like getting into cold water and I didn't want to be out of my suit.
"Aren't you gonna be bored?" I heard a sweet voice call to me. (Y/n) sat next to me in the sand and leaned her head against me.
"Maybe but it's nice to watch as well" I replied looking down at her. Her eyes stared into the sand as she drawed patterns with her fingers. I love the way she focuses on something so deeply giving it all of her attention. I think she must if caught me staring in a daze because she laughed and formed a small warm smile.
"Well I don't want you to be all by yourself, care to join me for a walk?" She asked looking up at me. She stood up and dusted the sand off of the back of her dress and held her hand out for me which I gladly took. She pulled me up to the best of her ability and there we were standing, holding hands. We both let out nervous laughs and pulled away but I felt kind of down trodden. I wish I could hold her hand longer, I wish I could reach over and run my hands through her soft hair. I wish I could hold her in my arms and kiss her on the cheek. I wish I could tell her how much I'd like her to be with me, most of all I wish I had the courage to do all of these things. We began walking down the beach talking about this and that, the sound of the other peculiar children splashing in the water faintly being replaced by crisp waves and her gentle voice.
"Today while I was asleep someone brought me tulips, I was so happy they are just beautiful!" She exclaimed.
"I put them in my room by the window, I only wish I could tell the person who brought them to me thank you" she looks down in the sand and grins. I felt myself becoming nervous but also overjoyed that she had liked the flowers.
"Well uh, I picked them for you" I said stuttering a little on each word, I stopped in my tracks and stared at my feet kicking in the sand. Suddenly she wraps her hands around my neck and shocked I take my arms and place them on her back. She seemed to be just fine but I was sweating and my face turning red, all from just a hug? Get it together Horace! I kept thinking.
"Thank you Horace you absolutely made my day, those are my favorites, you remembered?" She sits down in the sand again and pats the ground next to her.
"Of course I remembered" I say gently as I sit in the sand. She makes patterns with her fingers again and I follow the traces in the sand, like an optical allusion I could watch for hours. She turns to me and looks into my eyes for what feels like forever and then to the ocean.
"I like this" she sighs and I ask her what she means.
"It has been a long time since we have gone off and just spent time together, like just you and me."
"I like it too" I reply, and I really mean it. I don't know why we don't do this more often. I feel like I could spend eternity with her just like this.
(Y/n) POV
I could tell he was nervous, and although I was better at hiding it so was I. Not until just now though, I wanted to thank him for the flowers in a more special way I decided. I turned to him and he was gazing off into the distance. He seemed lost in thought something I found that I had loved very much in him. He has always been thoughtful, so bright and intellectual. I was a little jealous as I am the think and act on the spot kind of person. I reached over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek and he turned quickly to look at me, flushed cheeks and wide eyes. I laughed a little at his startled expression.
"sorry I just thought it would be better to give you a thank you instead of saying one." He looked happy which was good considering I was a little worried about receiving a poor reaction.
"You know (y/n), I really fancy you, really. You are beautiful and kind, maybe it's me who should be saying thank you" I was struck with shock, Horace? Fancy me?
"Why is that?" I asked leaning on his shoulder and looking up into his eyes.
"For just talking to a boy like me I suppose" I giggled at his words. He didn't need to thank me for such a thing!
"I fancy you as well, you have always been so wonderful to me I cant surely imagine how pecilur life would be without you" I laughed at my use of the word peculiar and he couldn't help but laugh as well. Horace leaned down as if he were to kiss me but then seemed to get nervous last minute. I quickly filled the gap remaining and smiled into the kiss. I knocked off his hat with a mischievous giggle and ran my fingers through his hair. I adored the way it looked when it was down and messy even though it was not to his liking. The kiss was long but sweet and we parted.
"Thank you for making my night wonderful" I said laying down in the sand. He fell back next to me and I turned to face him. Wrapping my fingers in his I cuddled up next to him I began to drift to sleep.
Horace's POV
We lay in the sand, her hand in mine, cuddled up against me her breaths become long and even. She must of fallen asleep and I laugh. I reached down and kiss her forehead, she is gorgeous and perhaps she is mine.
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