Chapter- T H R E E.
-C E L E S T I A-
"Mommy can I please watch you and papa play?" She begged her mom with puppy dog eyes as she gazed up at her mom. A smile graced her mother's lips as she leaned down and swooped Celestia off her feet.
"Of course you can," She planted a kiss on the five year old's cheek as she giggled. Celestia was set down and strapped into her car seat as her father revved the engine of the car to life. They drove through the streets and to the large building. Celestia happily bobbed her head along to the orchestral music that floated through the cars atmosphere. Other kids at her school would tell her about listening to famous singers and happy music over the radio, but Celestia would happily tell them that she didn't listen to that. There was something about the dark approach the instruments make when performing in the orchestra, and even at a young age Celestia loved it. The car slowly pulled up to the familiar building, and Celestia let out a delighted squeal. She grew up wanting to be just like her parents. She wanted to become a cellist. And, when she got her first lesson from her father, she knew that she would forever want to be bound to music and instruments.
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Celestia woke with a sudden start as she glanced around her darkened room. The night was just beginning when she looked at the clock and saw the time that read nine pm. She had gotten the day off from work at the diner. She must have dozed off while watching tv. A sigh escaped her lips as she ran a hand through her hair. Her mind thinking back to her parents, a frown unwillingly forming on her lips. They're gone. It's not fair. They weren't supposed to do this, she thought to herself and her legs swung out of bed for her feet to touch the hard wood floor. Trying to go back to sleep would not be an option for Celestia and she picked up her phone and dialed the all too familiar number.
"Celestia?" Jackson's voice hung in her mind as she took a deep breath and spoke.
"Hey Jackson, I was wondering if the diner was still open."
"Of course it is, I'm working the night shift today." He replied to her question.
"Can I come in until closing?" She bit on her lip while waiting for his response. It went silent before he said yeah and then they ended the call. Celestia slipped a hoodie over her t-shirt, and she slipped on her shoes, before grabbing her keys and purse and leaving out the door.
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Celestia swung the door open to the diner, stepping inside she was greeted by the smell of greasy fries and the sound of grilling burgers. The diner was empty except for Jackson who peered through the chef window to give Celestia a questioning look.
"I am curious as to why you came in on your day off," He spoke as he came out of the kitchen. Celestia merely shrugged while taking a seat at one of the stools.
"Well I don't mind the company," He winked as he leaned across from her on the other side of the counter.
"I didn't know the diner was so empty at this hour," Celestia pondered quietly as she looked around the empty diner. Just as Jackson was about to speak, the door opened and in stepped two guys.
-Z A Y N-
Why did I agree to this? Why did Harry have to pull off those puppy dog eyes? Zayn thought as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a disheveled mess from the nap he took after his classes, but Harry had texted him and told him to be ready in ten minutes. He had no idea what to do with his hair that was in need of a haircut, but he was always too lazy to get a proper haircut. The raven haired boy decided to throw a beanie over his messy hair and call it a night. He was just about to step out of the bathroom when he heard knocking at the door. Once opened he was greeted by a grinning Harry who excitedly jumped inside. His tall frame was clad in black jeans and a usual button up that managed to unbutton.
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