A/N: This is just something I scribbled down this week, and I thought 'why not post it?'… So I did, hope you like it. Inspired by something I honestly can't remember :P R&R?

The city was bustling. Even though it was three o'clock in the afternoon and people were still at work, that didn't matter. The streets were full and packed.

And me? I'm just going about my business. Well that's not true. Even though this started as another regular day, I know very well that it isn't.

Let me start at the beginning.

Two days ago, and this was a normal day. Taking a break from work, and eating my lunch at McDonald's. Not that I like it so much don't get me wrong, but the Mac is just around the corner from my work. So I go there and eat a burger and some fries, drink my milkshake and get back to work.

Only this time, it's different.

She is there. Beautiful, sexy, strikingly hot. I have never seen her before. As I'm eating my Big Mac, I see her entering. She's wearing skinny jeans, a green and black blouse, a beanie… Plain sexy. I check her out as she orders a meal, and as she goes to sit down, on the other side of the restaurant. Fifteen minutes pass, and I have to go back to work. So I slurp up the last of my shake, throw it away, and head for the door.

And that's when she sees me. Or at least, when I see her seeing me. She smiles, and of course, I smile back. She gestures, and I think she wants me to join her. And so I stop dead in my tracks, door open, and looking at her. As I contemplate my choices of going back to a boring day at the office, or having a little bit longer lunch with this girl, the decision seems easy.

I'm pulled out of my daydream by the man behind the counter.

"Yo dude, shut the goddamn door man!" I am startled, and look up, apologize. So now that the door is closed, I don't see why I won't sit down with her.

We have a great time, and half an hour later, I find myself calling in sick at work, and heading back to my place with her.

At night, we just watch TV. Nothing is on but it doesn't really matter. We talk. Not about ourselves but… Life in general. TV shows, fashion, music… She's a Led Zeppelin fan, and I like this. So I show her my guitar, and we play for a while.

Later she sleeps in my bed. Don't get the wrong idea, she was alone. I took the couch. The next morning when I enter my kitchen, she's up already, wearing nothing but her panties and a t-shirt, eating a bowl of cereal. I apologize because I see it's the cereal that's been standing around for a good month, maybe two now. She looks at me weird and asks why I'm sorry, so I drop the subject.

After breakfast I go back to work, and leave her in my studio, with all my stuff. And on my way to my work, I realize that despite all the talking and laughing we did, I knew nothing about her, not even her name.

When I get back after work, she's still there. We order take-out and watch a movie. I don't remember the title, but it was one of those standard Hollywood romcoms, so we had a good time making fun of the movie.

After that and two bottles of wine, we end up in my bed, together this time. We have sex, and more than once. It was great. I knew her name now.

Fleur.

And that's how we wind up at this day. Remember, I was telling what happened. Today is Saturday, and we have spend all day till now just roaming around the city, he hanging on my arm like she is my girlfriend or something. And I don't mind. I'll be damned if I do.

Suddenly, she stops. I frown and look at her.

"What's up?" I ask. She seems in thought for a moment, as if she were somewhere else completely. But then that moment passes, and she smiles brightly at me.

"Come on, follow me mister," and she runs across the street, causing a car to pull his handbrake and fire of his horn like Steamboat Willy. I chuckle uneasily, and follow after her. When I reach the other side of the street, I go back into walking pace. But she keeps running. I want to call after her to slow down, wait for me. But I don't. I start running too, running until I'm right next to her. My side aches and I'm panting; my stamina does not get that much of a work out on a daily basis.

Finally, we stop, and I bend over, holding a streetlight for support, still panting. She raises an eyebrow and looks down on me, with a playful expression.

"Come on grandpa, keep up." I chuckle, but it sounds wrong while I'm still panting.

"Hold your horses Seabiscuit… Where are we going?" she shrugs and dances around me.

"Do we need a destination?" I'm better now, and straighten up. I try to look at her as she dances around me.

"Not necessarily, but I like to know why we're doing all this effort to go… Nowhere in particular." And she sighs. God she is cute when she sighs. Don't ask me why, it's just the way her face looks when she does it. She raises her hand and points. I follow her finger and… I chuckle.

McDonald's.

The same one we first met. Now as I look around, I recognize the neighborhood. My workplace is just around the corner. Did we really runs this far? I shrug it off.

We go inside the restaurant, and she grabs my arm again. I love it. When we reach the counter, we are greeted by a tall dark skinned man with a bored expression.

"Good afternoon," I say, but all he does is stare at me. I swallow.

"Right… Can I have two cheeseburgers-" I ask.

"No cheese for me." She interrupts me.

"Make that one hamburger and a cheeseburger…" I look at her and she sticks her tongue out. The man behind the counter is ticking away at his screen, oblivious to us. Almost.

"Do you want fries with that?"

"Yeah."

"A coke?"

"Strawberry milkshake for me and…" I look at Fleur, and she shakes her head.

"And just a coke for the lady."

Finally we get our food, and sit down. I unwrap my burger, and see that Fleur already dug into hers. As I take a bite of mine, I shudder.

"Mine has no cheese…" I say, and she laughs. When I look at her with my eyebrow raised, she says,

"Mine does."

"I thought you wanted without cheese?" I say, and she nods.

"True, but you wanted with cheese, so this is light entertainment for me." she says as she eats the last bit of my cheeseburger. Now it's my turn to stick out my tongue.

Ten minutes later we walk out the restaurant, arm in arm. I check my watch. Only a quarter past four. I look at her.

"Whaddaya want to do now?" she shrugs, and also checks her watch.

"I have to go." My mood falls.

"Oh…" she bites her lip.

"Can I get your number? You know, call you?" she smiles but shakes her head.

"I don't have a phone." Well that's great I think. But then she grins at me.

"I know where you live though… I can drop by whenever I can." And she leans in.

"I hope you do-" and my words are cut off by her kissing me. It was a nice kiss, and just as I put my arms around her waist, she breaks loose. She turns around and walks off.

"Bye Harry," she says, "I'll see you around."

I watch her go, hoping she would turn around a last time or come back. But she reaches the corner and rounds it. Gone.

That night, I was alone again. And I didn't like it. The next day, Sunday, I spent all day in bed. On Monday, I go back to work, but I leave the door unlocked. Maybe when I get back, she'll be there, waiting for me with a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table.

But when I get back, everything is exactly as it used to be in the morning. No cereal, no Fleur.

It goes like this the whole week, and every day I get a little more sad. When I get back from work on Thursday, I find my place raided. My guitar is gone, my DVD's, most of my vinyl records, my laptop. Thankfully they left the TV. But maybe that's because I don't have a flat screen, but one of those big ones.

I call the police but with no success. The burglars didn't leave behind any evidence. On top of that, the police officer tells me that since my door was not locked, they can't consider it a robbery. From that day forward my door is locked.

So the rest of the week passes, and again. It's Saturday. It has been a full week since I last saw Fleur now, and I've grown… Sad. Every morning, I make two bowls of cereal, just in case she drops by. I watch out to sleep only on my side of the bed, so I don't lay on her ghost. But she hasn't come back.

So Saturday night, I'm in front of the TV, eating take-out Chinese. After I saw my favorite TV shows, the news comes on. Nothing new, the usual crap. But near the end, there is a report of a girl who's had an accident. It happened today, in my street. I frown, but can't blame myself. I had been out until only a few hours ago, a lot could've happened.

Then a picture of the girl comes on screen, and I drop my food on the ground.

Fleur.

Oh my god that is Fleur! I turn up the volume to listen to what hospital she was brought. It wasn't mentioned, and I curse the news. But as they move on to a new topic, I see the news-headliner about Fleur scrolling by at the bottom of the screen. And hallelujah, the hospital is mentioned. I grab my jacket and shoes, and move out of the door as fast as possible.

When I get to the hospital, I ask the receptionist where Fleur is. She gives me the floor and room number, and I run off to the elevators.

I'm nervous all the way up, and when the elevator stopped it's low buzzing and the doors slide open, I sprint out of it, franticly looking around for her room.

When I find it, I don't knock. I bust right in.

"Fleur-" but I stop in mid sentence as I see two doctors and a nurse gathered there. The closest doctor, an Indian man, maybe ten years older than me, looks at me.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" out of breath, I answer.

"I'm Harry, I'm a friend of Fleur's… Is she-"but the Indian doctor moves me out of the room.

"I'm sorry sir, but you're not allowed to be here." And as he says this, I see the nurse flipping a switch.

What follows is a silence, seemingly lasting for an eternity. And then, it kicks in. The sound of the heart monitor going flat line. The Indian doctor is still holding me back, and when the truth hits me, I cry out.

"NO! YOU'RE KILLING HER! You bastard you KILLED HER…"

"I'm sorry sir, but you really have to leave-" I am crying, and out of anger and frustration, I punch the doctor. He lands flat out on the ground, clenching his jaw. I see the other doctor coming at me and I get ready for another punch, but I'm surprised by a police officer behind me. He grabs me in a headlock and throws me on the ground. He sits on top of me, in a way so that I can't move my arms. He was older than me, maybe forty, but still very strong.

"Sir, please calm down, there is no need for-" but I'm not listening. I manage to free my left arm and swing it at the security guard. He falls off of me and I try to get back up and back into Fleur's room. But before I'm even on both knees, the officer hits me with his stun gun.

It hurt. It hurt like never ever hurt me before, and as all the electricity goes through my body, I can't control myself. I piss myself. The officer cuffs me and takes me away.

I spend three days at the police station. I can't stop thinking about Fleur, and I can't control myself. I rip up the pillows and the blanket they gave me. Every time they bring me food, I throw it through my cell. After three days I'm released with a verbal slap on the wrist and a fee of two-hundred pounds, for destroying property. Whatever.

At home I call work why I wasn't there, and they give me a few days off. Then I fall onto my bed, and I cry.