Late (p.w)

three - messy eyebrows & overdosing

i've been sitting idly in the cafe for about an hour already, just waiting on harry to arrive. my mom has been looking at me funny, probably because she just isn't used to seeing me lounge around.

"can you move over whit, i'm trying to reach the cabinet." my mom utters in the kitchen, obviously annoyed with my laziness.

as i slide over to make room for my mother the same chestnut hair guy comes through the door at 4:00pm sharp, wearing a dark red crew neck with blue jeans. he walks in looking upset for some reason. his eyebrows don't look tamed at all. They're extremely messy as if he was rubbing his face harshly out of distress prior to coming here.

my heart rate excelerates as i make eye contact with harry. he cocks his head diagonally, signaling me to come sit by him. i quickly go to sit across from him and he giggles lightly.

"what's so funny?'' i ask.

"you're really fucking awkward." he says. i simply look at him with my eyes lightly squinted and then look away to the side. "no apology?" he questions.

"for what?" i ask.

"i waited about 7 hours for you, and you never showed up." he says. while reaching for my wrist. he fixes the beetle bracelet i have on and begins to examine it without another word.

"i didn't think i was going to see you again, plus if you waited for an hour more you would've seen me." i argue peacefully, i gently begin to pull my arm away but he doesn't loosen his grip. he looks pretty funny right now, the awe slapped on his face from what's contained in my bracelet and his still very messy & now furrowed brows makes him seem goofy, but also hypnotic from his attractiveness that still shines through his unattractive facial expressions.

i still have no clue how i'm going to bring up the offer. maybe if i were to steer this conversation about jobs i could ask him.

this is a hit or miss situation. why would he wanna work late at night while there's dangerous street violence going on for some girl he met a few days ago? knowing very well he's putting himself at risk as well.

"i tried to break the beetle out when i was younge-"

"do you always show up late?" he asks with attitude.

"do you always show up late for your job?" i interrogate.

"i don't really consider my job, a job." he breathes,"and if it were to be i'd never be late, i hate tardiness."

"well i have an actual job offer for you a-and your friends." i blurt out, instantly regretting what i said. i'm probably externally and internally cringing so hard i look like a ruffles chip. that approach wasn't smooth at all.

"a job offer? i don't know, i don't really like that resumé stuff-"

i quickly cut him off  "you don't need one, i just need you and your two friends to show up and tell my mom what your intentions are."

"what am i even signing up for?" he questions. damnit, i forgot what to tell him what the offer even is. round of applause for me.

"to watch this place after hours. you know because of the recurring gang violence."

"you know it pisses me off that everyone saying it's a new uprising gang, it's the same fucking one from last time." he grumbles.

"i never said it was a new gan—." i try to clarify.

"sure, i'll do it, i need more things to do at night anyway." he agrees, acting as if he didn't hear my comment.

i guess i should be accidentally straightforward more often.