The smell of the cooking food made my stomach growl ravenously, I had forgotten how hungry I was. Despite my constant worry, I had built up a hearty appetite.
The diner was brightly lit up by the late morning sunshine that broke in through the clear, large windows.
As I looked around, I saw only a few other customers, an older couple, a lonely man, a small family and a cluster of rowdy boys. I wasn't surprised at the small number of people, this diner was on the outskirts of the city, situated in a quaint village.
Our hands broke apart as we slid into an empty booth, both picking up a menu, scanning the choices wordlessly.
I glanced up and discreetly admired how Harry's hair kept falling into his face, his soft curls brushing his forehead.
"Why are you staring at me?" Harry asked, without even looking up.
I awkwardly coughed. "I wasn't," I replied.
Harry looked up, his eyes meeting mine as he grinned cheekily. I knew he loved it. I liked his smile, it was pretty cute. And ships could sink in those dimples.
I could smell the musky perfume and feel it stuffing my nose before I even realised the waitress was standing next to us, hovering over the table, her eyes immediately fixating on Harry, who was still grinning at me like an idiot.
"Can I take your order?" She asked lazily, purposely leaning towards Harry.
Harry just kept his eyes on me, signalling me to go first. "I want waffles and a milkshake," I mumbled, but I wasn't even sure if she'd heard me.
"And how about you, handsome?" She purred, her tongue swiping over her red rogue lips.
"Just coffee," he said as his eyes trailed up her body. I had to admit, she was pretty, hell she was gorgeous and I couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Is that everything?" She asked, her tone laced with surprise, as if encouraging him to speak more.
"Actually, give me a bagel too," he added, with a sly wink at her. She was flirting, and he was playing along magnificently.
"Sure thing," she slurred, running her hand over Harry's shoulder before smiling seductively and trotting away with a swish in her curvy hips.
I hadn't even noticed that I'd been glaring the whole time, but Harry watched as she walked away, his focus transfixed on her big bum (another thing I was jealous of).
I cleared my throat, to redirect Harry's attention back to me, the more important person here.
Harry broke out of his trance and coughed awkwardly, turning his head to look out the window.
"She's pretty, huh?" I stated innocently.
Harry's head snapped up quickly. "Uh yeah, she's ok I guess," he mumbled.
"Are you going to ask her out?" I asked him casually as I fumbled with the salt shaker on the mahogany table.
"What? No," Harry denied. I just rolled my eyes in reply and we sat in silence, waiting for our breakfast.
The same waitress returned a while later with our food, and for the first time, I noticed her name badge. It read "Ceadhra" and I was sure she hadn't been wearing it before.
She placed the plate of waffles in front of me, her eyes focused on Harry. She was beginning to irritate me to be honest. "Thanks Ceadhra," I sneered, deliberately pronouncing her name wrong.
Her head snapped around to face me. "It's pronounced 'seh-dra'" she drawled, giggling rudely, her eyes darting to Harry's.
"And I don't care," I fired back, taking a sip of my strawberry milkshake.
She shot me a dirty look and dropped a slip of paper into Harry's lap. "Call me, gorgeous," she breathed, before flouncing away.
Harry stared at the slip of paper in awe, before I quickly leant over the table and snatched it out of his hands.
"Hey! Give it back!" He protested, lunging at me.
I laughed as I ripped it up in his face and threw it on the ground. "No thanks, I'm good," I smirked.
"Jesus Clary, what crawled up your ass?" He muttered as he began to eat his bagel. I just smiled to myself, that little bitch ahaha.
----x----
"You completely lost your chill back there," Harry laughed, shaking his head as we sat on a bench in the village, unsure of what to do next.
"She was annoying me," I stated. "And you so wanted to get in her pants."
"No I didn't!" Harry denied, but only half heartedly.
Although it was sunny, the air was quite cold, and I had to suppress my shivers as we sat on the hard wood of a park bench.
"So what are we going to do now?" I asked him.
Harry shrugged. "We're going to try and get home and just hope that Gemma and Ellie are ok," he said.
"How much money do you have?" I asked him.
"About three hundred and fifty dollars, it should keep us going for a while," he replied.
We decided to go and find yet another car rental place and thankfully stumbled across a small, rickety place called, 'Johnny's Rental Cars.'
"Wow, original name," Harry scoffed as we walked towards the vacant front desk. I pressed a small, golden bell that I assumed would bring attention to us.
A short, stumpy man who looked to be in his late forties pushed through a back doors. He was dressed in oil splattered, denim overalls and a grimy white Tshirt.
"Hello there folks," he said brightly, making his way towards us.
"Hi, you must be Johnny," I greeted him politely.
He suddenly began to bellow with laughter. He clutched his stomach as he doubled over, finding it hard to catch his breath from his extreme laughing. I glanced at Harry worriedly, convinced that we were seeking help from a mad man.
"I'm not Johnny!" He chuckled after a while. "I'm Matt, I just bought this place from Johnny and was too lazy to change the name."
"Uh, we were wondering if you had any cars for rental?" Harry inquired, ignoring his not so interesting back story.
"Oh yes! Of course I do. Finest cars in this city!" He enlightened us happily.
"This is a village," I hissed to Harry as Matt led us to the back of the building, and showed us to the garage, where multiple cars were parked. To say that they were the finest cars in the 'city' was a major exaggeration.
I dragged my eyes around each car and the only one that caught my eye was the red convertible that was parked in the back corner.
"Harry, this one doesn't look too bad," I commented.
"It doesn't look bad, but believe me, it won't take us much further than a mile," Harry replied quietly, so as Matt would not overhear.
We observed the rest of the cars and came to settle with an old 1958 dusty orange chevalier. It had a classic open back and it vaguely reminded me of my first car. The car that I had driven to the cliff almost every day three years ago.
"We'll take this one."
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Ok so another filler ugh but trust me.. Honeys, you've got a big storm coming
Clary seriously you're embarrassing yourself sit the f*ck down and find your chill ok
And Harry you're a dad ok.. Keep it in your pants
Yes I changed my username.. I am now VANILLALUKE_ weheyyyyy
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Fanfiction"You taught me why hurricanes are named after people. And sometimes I find myself thinking how easy all of this could have been if you weren't so goddamn beautiful," he went on, murmuring against the delicate skin of my neck. ----- Harry Styles au...
