The Man on the Steps [On Hold]

S e v e n

The best word I could use to describe this week is absolutely and utterly uneventful.

Nothing has happened since the day Louis and Zayn, whom I still think are a bit odd, came to the bar. It has consisted of mostly going to work,watching television, people watching, and no sign of Harry.

Today, Friday, is in no way different as I hold the remote loosely in my hand as I mindlessly channel surf. Absolutely nothing worth watching is on the television at the moment either.

Underneath me, I feel the slight buzz from my phone and I take it out of my pocket and read the text.

2:24 p.m. Beer Slut

Hey can you come over today. My honey just left so im bored ASF

2:25p.m. V

oh so IM YOUR REBOUND NOW OKAY I SEE

I lightly laugh as I send the message.

2:27 Beer Slut

Yessshhhh. So can you ?

2:28 V

sorry i cant. it's friday... but I can after.

2:30 p.m. Beer Slut

Oh right. Yeah sure that's fine.

I decide simply not to reply and I get my lazy self off the couch. I walk into my room and roam through my drawers. Nothing catches my eye so I just grab a long sleeve pale purple shirt with a grey sweater and some jeans.

I pick my phone and purse off of the table and lock the door behind me; making sure to turn of the telly. The cool bursts of air hit me as I open the apartment's door and I notice someone sitting on the steps.

"Harry?" I ask. He jumps slightly before turning around and meeting me with shy smile.

"Hi V," He says in a slow deep voice. I look around at the buzzing of the trees and decide to just take a minute to speak to him. Besides,   what's the harm? I haven't seen him lately either way.

I take a seat next to him and eye his clothes nonchalantly which are the same thing that he wore the last few times I saw him. Slightly peculiar.

"What have you been up to?" I ask and he shrugs his slouching shoulders.

"Nothing much. Just... roaming and... stuff," He shrugs it off again and I hum at his statement. I scurry my brain to find another topic to speak of but come up with nothing and we both end up staring at the cloud filled sky.

"And you?" He finally asks after the long and awkward pause.

"Oh, nothing. Which sucks really. Its just been work and going home really. I was about to head out to catch a bite though," I trail of sweetly and he nods.

"Oh sorry," He scrambles up quickly and almost trips with his own two feet. "I must be keeping you here," He chuckles nervously. I sigh internally at his adorableness and I am quick to dismiss what he said.

"No no it's fine. I wasn't really planning on going at this time but it just came I guess." I shrug and he nods and looks down at his feet.

"Yeah. Well I- I um I guess I'll go then. Have fun eating," He licks his lips slightly and I notice his hollow and pale cheeks along with his fumbling thin fingers. "Bye,"He mumbles and stuffs his hands in his pockets, one finger partially visible through a hole in the pocket.

"Okay. I'll see you soon, yeah?" I ask and he nods once again. "Oh and before I forget, is it okay if I can have your number?" I say uneasily. I waver for his response shyly and put my hands behind my back.