To Love A Madman//Happy Lowman Fanfic//Watty...
Dahlia had always watched him from afar, longing for the day when it would her by his side, and not some bleach blonde croweater. She knew that a girl like her had no business pining after a man like Happy Lowman, but her heart and body yearned for him and him alone. She knew that there were others she could choose from, but there was something about Happy Lowman that drew her in.
She knew however that she didn't have a chance with him, since she was sure Happy didn't even know she existed. She had taken a job working at the TellerMorrow shop, which then became a job of bartending at the Sons of anarchy clubhouse. She had just hit her twenty-second birthday, and all she had to show for it was working two jobs, and no boyfriend on the horizon. Every night she had to watch as Happy paraded another croweater or pornstar around the clubhouse, her heart aching to just have a moment with him.
Happy watched again as Dahlia looked down at her Magazine, her hand gently gripping the small glass of wine that she was babysitting all night. He loved watching her, watching how her long dark brown hair would fall in front of her face a million times. Watching how her nose would twitch every time someone lit a joint, or how she would smirk each time someone told a nasty joke.
She was like a work of art to him, something he could look at and admire, but never touch. She was delicate, and beautiful, but she always had a hint of sadness in her face. He wanted to talk to her, wanted to get her alone and hear about who she was, but a woman like her deserved more than a madman like him.