I opened my eyes the next morning to see an empty bed. I felt the silk sheets against my bare body. The sheets were crumpled where Nick had slept next to me last night. Cursing under my breath, I stood up to take a shower. My blond hair fell in front of my eyes and I brushed it away as I made my way to the bathroom.

I walked in to the kitchen with my wet hair, white dress shirt, and suit jacket, to see Nick with bedhead in his perfect red-blond-brown colored hair, standing at the stove.

"I thought you left," My gravelly monotone made that sentence sound mean.

Nick jumped, startled by my sudden appearance.

"I-If you want I can go," He offered, his voice cracking.

His face turned red, obviously embarrassed. He glanced at the door.

"No, sorry," I apologised, "I'm just not used to people staying until morning"

His face softened as he ran in to my arms and kissed me full on the lips. Astounded, I stumbled backwards. He held my face in his hands. I immediately began trying to pry away from his grasp. He pulled back, broadcasting a confused look.

"I'm sorry, Nick, I have work," I explained.

"Oh…yeah…sorry" His face turned red and his hand awkwardly flew to the back of his neck. He looked at the wall behind me. He tried to hide it but I saw his eyes turning glassy. He grabbed his coat and quickly headed for the door. I jogged after him, "Nick, wait! You can stay for another half an hour! Nick!"

He halted right before the door, and I almost barraged into him.

Nick looked at me with his glassy brown eyes.

"You have been lovely, Draco. It was me. I-I was being stupid" Nick whispered.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.

"See y'around?" He asked, an obviously fake smile shining from his face.

"Yep! Bye Nick!" I smiled, knowing that my fake smile was much better than his. I closed the door before collapsing into the plush sofa. Today was my day off but I just couldn't have Nick around the house all day. After a while, his sweetness and optimism got tiring. I accio-ed the pancakes to my spot on the couch and I finished them surprisingly quickly… even for me.

Although I didn't have to go into the office today, I still had to get some work done. I was smart. I knew myself and I knew that to concentrate I needed one thing. Motivation. My one and only motivation?... cigarettes. I knew it was bad, but it looked cool and it isn't exactly easy to quit. My standard place to buy them at was the supermarket a few blocks away. I was dreading having to go out into the world and have to socialise with anyone, but I really needed a cigarette, so I headed out the door.

The morning breeze was bitter, but the cheerful sky made up for it, and my suit jacket kept me warm enough.

By the time I got to the supermarket, my damp hair had crisped and I hoped that when the slightly heated supermarket thawed it out, it would not look terrible because I had spent a good fifteen minutes this morning getting the floppy bit just perfect.

I got the pack and went to go pay when I saw the suddenly dark sky and I decided to try and get out of there as fast as I could so that I could get home before the oncoming downpour. I doubted that I could make it home before the rain, but if I walked quickly, I would probably be able to get home in ten minutes. I payed and started quickly walking down the street. I felt the small box in my back pocket, asking to be used, but I stood my ground and I left it alone. Just as I turned off of the road the store was on, I felt the droplets begin to stab at my arms and face. I looked around frantically for anything that woud shelter myself from the soon-to-arrive torrent of rain. Nothing. Not a place in sight. The rain began to come down in bullets and I could feel them through my clothes now. I saw only dark store windows and no inviting 'OPEN ' sign. My teeth were chattering and I felt only the wind and rain.

I turned another corner to see the warm glow of a coffee shop. Heat rushed through my veins as I ran to the door labeled with an glowing 'OPEN ' sign.

*Harry's POV*

It had been a mostly uneventful day. I had spent the day dealing with rude customers and complicated orders. It was about 11 AM when a massive rainstorm set in on the city. I was sitting at the ordering area, scrolling through Facebook when I heard the jingle of the bell on the door. I looked up from my phone to see a man. He was breathing heavily after running through the rain. His tight muscles on display through his almost see through, soaked white shirt. His hair flopped over his crystal grey eyes in a way that made my heart skip a beat or two. His sharp jawline and pronound cheeckbones were speckled with droplets of water. I looked at his face intensly and I knew that I knew him. I couln't remember from where, but I knew that this wasn't the first time I'd gazed into his silver eyes. He looked up at me.

*Draco's POV*

I looked up at the guy behind the counter. He was looking at me, probably surprised at my sudden entrance. Then I saw his emerald eyes and I knew who he was. I remembered that night in the bar with Nick. I remembered the tight shirt. I remembered the eyes.

"Cappuccino," I blurted out, trying to fill the thick silence.

"Pardon?" He responded, confused.

"A cappuccino, please," I repeated, more slowly, embarassed that I had been so confusing.

"Oh, shoot, sorry," He apologized, and turned around, towards the coffee machine to make my drink.

A few moments later he turned back around and handed me my warm cappuccino. I looked up into his eyes and saw that they were more beautiful up close. I saw that the glowing green was dotted with gold, right around the pupil. His eyes met mine and suddenly they tensed up with seeming realisation. We stared at each other for a few seconds until I glanced away. I reached into my pocket and took out £5 and layed it on the table.

"It's only £2," He looked up at me.

"Keep it," I turned away and sat at the furthest table from the door to check Facebook and read the news. Halfway through my cappuccino, I heard footsteps move from the coffee counter to my direction. My stomach tightened. If he was heading in this direction, there was likely only one thing that he was going to do. But then I heard them veer off course towards the door. I heard the door open, and while keeping my head down at my phone, I looked up at the door. An old man walked in and went behind the counter. He put on an apron and sat on something behind the counter (probably a stool). I saw the tousled black head move out of the shop into the drizzling world. My stomach fell and I felt the room spin a bit. What are the odds of two men running into each other twice in two days, let alone three times in the near future? I almost stood up and ran to him but I didn't. Because, to be honest, I didn't even know him. He could be a wanted baby murderer for all I knew. I was 'in love' with him because his eyes were unique? I picked up my half-finished cappuccino and tossed it in the bin. I headed for the door and I walked home in silence.