Small Quirks: A Harry Styles Story

Ch. 2

~One Week Later~

“Hey Marie! My boss just called and I have to come in really early today, will you make sure Hazza had a full bowl of cat food and water?” I said tugging at my hair to go into a short pony tail. A few lose strands of my bangs slipped out but I decided to fix it when I got to the café.

“Yeah sure doll face!” I heard her holler from her bedroom.

I quickly put on my shoes and walked out the door.

Shuffling into the building I was able to swiftly move behind the counter and put on my apron. I looked into the glass case of the pastries that we sold and quickly fixed my hair into a far more neater pony tail, well what could fit, with my bangs off to the side.

I didn’t have short hair, but I didn’t sit well with pony tails.

It was an unusually busy day for the café as I was set up as a waitress for the tables instead of behind the counter.

For about an hour I was even put in the back to help bake. They never let me bake. I usually screw everything up when baking. Thank god Chris was back there on my tail about what to put in and how much. Honestly my biggest mess up was reading tablespoons and teaspoons.

Being in such a hurry I’m sure I messed up a few things with that one. Too much or too little of something can really cause a taste difference.

Finally when I dropped at least half of the flour bag onto me Chris ushered me out saying to take over the register.

I blew out a puff of air in frustration and walked behind the register to take over from Bernice who was clocking out.

“Hello, how can I help you?” I said looking up to my customer.

I froze on the spot as I stared up at the all too familiar curly hair of Harry Styles.

“I’ll just take some hot tea thank you.” I nodded my head and turned around to quickly make his tea. The café had slowed down considerably from earlier that afternoon and now only a few people occupied the tables we had and no one else was in line.

After I quickly fixed his tea he handed me the two dollars and thirty cents. I was in the middle of fumbling with the old cash register before I acknowledged that he was speaking.

“Aren’t you the bin girl?”

I stopped what I was doing at looked up at him with just an equally confused expression as his.

“What?”

“The girl that fell into the bin at our concert the other night.” he said again.

I realized what he was saying and my face flushed a bright red.

“Ah ha, by that I assume I’m right.” he said smiling taking a sip of his tea.

“I didn’t fall into it okay, I was pushed by the mob of raging hormonal fan girls.” I stated shoving his money into the cash register quite fiercely.

“I’m sure, our fans are a rowdy bunch.” he stated still with a grin on his face.

“So what are you still doing in L.A.? I thought you had more dates for your tour?” I asked.

“Ah, we were recording, we kicked off here but haven’t officially started yet.”

I nodded my head in understanding.

He was just finishing his tea when I heard a loud bang come from the kitchen and Chris’ loud steam of profanities.

“Excuse me…” I said not really wanting to leave.