The street outside the café was painted a golden hue. The snow was falling gently but surely, each delicate, intricately designed snowflake landing on coats melting almost instantly. This was the best time of year for the small café; businessmen and women would stop off for a coffee to go on their way to work, teenagers would stop off after a day at school for a hot chocolate with their friends. It was good for business but not good for the staff. They were already down a couple of members and it didn't seem like anyone was up for the job.
"Hi, can I get a erm tall caffè latte with extra milk foam please?" Harry was pulled from his thoughts by a voice slightly higher than his own. He looked up only for his viridescent orbs to be met with soul-piercing blue eyes. Harry let his eyes roam the person's face, deciding that his favourite part of it was his little button nose that was coloured red from the cold. He soon realised he had been staring for too long and let his eyes flick down to the pile of cash being held out towards him.
Letting out a brief, quiet hmm, Harry grabbed the money, putting it away in the cash machine. He handed the lad his tall caffè latte receiving a polite thank you before the boy walked out of the café, but not out of Harry's mind.
An hour passes by people entering and leaving in a blur. If Harry had to give this day a description it would be grey - dull and boring - that was until loud laughter erupted. Harry let his line of vision move to focus on where the noise had come from only to spot a group of three boys, faces red from laughing and all of them out of breath. The blond one flashed a prize-winning grin at the curly-headed boy before introducing himself in his thick Irish accent, "Hi I'm Niall, can I order a- wait, Liam what do you want?"
"I'll tell you after, why don't you order first," Liam replied absent-mindedly, staring at the menu looking for something to get.
"What about you Zayn," the irish-man inquired, turning towards his friend, who Harry argued could pass off for a Greek god.
"Can I just have a tall Cafe au Lait?" Zayn answered pondering if there was something else he was craving, "yeah that's it."
"Ok," Harry responded in his deep voice, which carried a hidden hint of amusement in it.
"I'd like to have an Irish Coffee, erm size small since it's my first time trying it," Liam replied chipperly, hazelnut brown eyes scanning Harry top to bottom.
"I'm surprised you've finally decided to try it," Niall says rolling his eyes at Liam, receiving a low chuckle from the cashier standing before them.
"Anyway, I'd like to have a tall Latte Macchiato. Does anyone want a sandwich or bagel or anything else?" Niall questioned, getting ready to take his wallet out to pay, only to see Liam and Zayn both shaking their heads no in acknowledgment of his question, "ok then that's it." "I'm paying," Zayn stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"No Zayn! You are not! You paid last time." Niall argued.
"Fine." The Bradford boy agreed not bothered to fight with the man-child he called his best friend. Harry, being all too amused by the scene that unfolded right before his eyes, couldn't stop the laughter from tumbling out of his mouth. While Liam stood there unphased by the childish bickering taking place. Niall eventually returned his attention to Harry, passing him a five-pound note and a couple of silver coins. Harry took the money from the pale hand held out before him, trapping them in the dark of the cash register.
"Hey erm-" Niall stopped to read the name tag attached to the red and white striped work apron, "Harry, when does your shift get over?"
"At five pm," Harry says in a slow drawl.
"Today is a Friday so I'm guessing you don't have work tomorrow?", Niall questions further getting nothing but a slow shake of the head from Harry, "Ok then are you free after 5:30, it's my friend David's birthday today and I'm throwing him a surprise party and you look like you haven't gone out much for a while."
This left Harry to wonder whether the loneliness and tiredness he feels had made a permanent mark on his face in bold, despite this he still replied, "I'm free, I can come, what time is it at?"
"It's at six o'clock," Niall said his face radiating joy and happiness oozing out of his one of a kind smile.
"Ok then I'll see you there," Harry states with a smile grazing his face, the first one since his - well not his exactly - blue-eyed beauty had entered the café this morning.
"Bye! see you later," the three friends say in unison before bursting out into fits of laughter.
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Authors Note
Yeah so I think you readers will be getting a convo at the beginning of each chapter because Mara and I tend to have really...unique conversations.
Nushy: Ok when you wrote louis' legs why, just why did i think of his butt-
Marsie: HAHAHAH PLEASE- i love that
Nushy: you also love me. Along with my random comments,
Marsie: yeah yeah
Nushy: ay you do love me ;(
Marsie: I do love you
Nushy: hehehe ilyt.
Marsie: At least write it out lazyyy.
Nushy: You know my typing issues but. I love you too
Nushy: My brother just said he thinks his brown feet are going to become white
Marsie: What-
Nushy: He also just called metamorphic "metaphoric", he called igneous "ingenious"
Marsie: HAHAHAHAHAH IM ACTUALLY DYING THE FUCK- your brother is chaotic as fuck tbh Nushy: realized that a long time ago -_-
Marsie: heyo it'll mainly be me writing the a/n because someone (nushy- heyyy meanie) doesn't know how to. Anygay I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. It's pro'lly not that good but who cares. I really don't have anything to say. Um- leave some song suggestions cuz I need more music and Nushy needs to discover more artists. Imma go continue writing one of the scenes in the third chapter while listening to cavetown. Mara out.
Nushy: Yeah ok for starters, I just don't know where to start when writing author's notes. Secondly, mara I don't get time to listen to music as you know cause my mom doesn't like me listening to music and bla bla, but I will try so leave the suggestions. We're prewriting a bunch of chapters in all the free time we get because we also get- well I don't know about Mara, but I get a shit ton of homework. So yeah we're hoping to not run out of time and pre written chapters during the week. But basically I think as long as we have two entire chapters prewritten before we publish we'll be good. Um yeah that's pretty much it, thank you so much for reading. Byeeee!
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