Garry x Reader
He walked out of the museum, he promised. He promised they would be able to meet again. And he would keep his promise.
He walked through the streets, he had a new outlook on life. He quickened his pace so as to get home faster. In a rush he accidentally bumped into someone her (h/l), (h/c) framing her pretty face. The books she was holding was flung in different directions.
And unfortunately for Garry he tripped causing him to fall down, bringing this poor, unlucky girl down with him. The girl following, falling on top of him.
The impact from the fall made him wince in pain, he looked up to see if the lady was fine.
“I-I’m so sorry miss. Are you alright?”
The girl was fine, she got a bit scratched but other than that she was fine. “I’m fine, but it’s you I’m worried about. You hit the ground pretty hard there. Can you stand up?” An expressions of worry across her face. She was worried about him he thought? Why? He, he who was a total stranger. He, he who had bumped into her causing this mess in the first place.
Why was she acting so nice to him?
On the other hand, the girl herself was wondering what she was doing. But as soon as she lay eyes on this mysterious man, she felt inclined to help him. And help him she would.
A short story that might turn into a series. I first posted this on my tumblr, you might see it if you're one of my followers or go to my tumblr page. ^^