When roads cross

Harry's dad is dead and now he lives with his three younger siblings and his mother in a little house in the suburbs of England.
The family is a worker-family and the story takes place in the 60's-70's.
Harry's life is without meaning and he has a hard time finding a job to support the family. That is until he meet the daughter of the richest man in town.
Two different social classes and families, which loathes one another, have their roads crossed and every prejudice get challenged and love must take the ultimate test.


13. Eigth meet continued

"But what now then?" Harry asked stupidly. 
"I don't know. Isn't that your job?" Melanie smiled. 
"I am strongly against sexism." He tried a little smile but he figured Melanie was not much into politics. Not this kind anyway telling from her face expression. 
"But now you ask, we can go see the christmas lights in the town. My family does it every year so I've seen them already. But it's alright I would like to see them again." He felt incredibly ridiculous, but Melanie just answered: "OK then. That is nice of you." 
And then they walked towards the town. It was a little town and nothing much happened around here, so when stuff like the christmas lights being turned on, was a pretty big event. Or at least it was one of the only things you could do a little different to the common weekdays. 
"Have you seen them before? The lights I mean." Harry asked.
"We see them whenever we walk through the town."
"Yes of course." He could have hit himself. Why should she not have seen the lights in the middle of the town? Nad why on earth was he suddenly so uncool? He used to have it all under his control.  The conversation, the girl. Always laid back. But now he was very aware of his sweaty hands and he thought he could almost hear his heart thump in this terrible silence. He closed his eyes tight and tried to pull himself together. 
It was problaby just because she wasn't some girl from his neighborhood. They didn't had much in common so what on earth should he talk to her about? He searched his mind what he used to ask the girls he brought home. 
He looked swiftly at her and was just about to ask her something, when she sent him a warmhearted, encouraging smile. And then he stopped before his sentence came out his already open mouth. OK so it was not Melanie. It was Melanie but it was not. It was not because she wasn't one of those girls from the neighborhood.  It was because she was Melanie. It was because he had fallen, face first, for Melanie. 
"What were you about to say?" 
Harry was shaken at once out of his head. 
"Nothing. Something that really didn't matter much."
"Oh OK."
And then silence again. 
"Actually." Harry had just eyed a stand with smoking cocoa and he could not believe he was about to offer her a cup. Childish. 
"Yes?" She said eager. More eager than she wanted it to sound.
"I… Wondered if you wanted a cup of cocoa?" 
"Of course. Yes. It would be very nice thank you." 
"Even though we don't have Leah with us." He added. They both laughed. 

“I think my family likes you.”
“I like them as well.”
“Good. That’s good!”
“I am not quite sure whether mine like you…”
“Oh it’s ok. We’ll see. Not that important.” He smiled encouraging at her.
She returned the smile, but he did not quite believe it. Maybe it mattered to her if her family liked him. He did not think anymore about it. 

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