𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓷 // 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓼

Chapter 1

Evelyn

I opened my big, hazel eyes to see sunlight streaming in through the window.  I glanced over to see that it was already 5:15, and I only had 45 minutes to get to my part-time morning job, working at a cafe. Not to mention, the drive to the cafe would take at least 25 minutes.

I stared in the mirror, looking at my pitiful reflection. My long, brown hair that I hadn't had time to wash in days due to the stress of work and school, and putting up with an abusive, alcoholic father.

I decided to take a shower. I relaxed as the water hit my body, soothing me. I could finally rest, even if only for a few minutes. I rushed out the door, grabbing my mom's care keys.

I arrived at the cafe, "Blueberry Hills," at 5:45, right on the dot.

I hadn't had a chance to eat breakfast yet, but my friend Margaret who worked at the cafe gave me her left-over pancakes she had gotten in the morning from IHOP.

"Hey, Evelyn," said Mr. Walkers, the manager of the cafe.

"Hi, Mr. Walkers."

"Finally, for once you made it on time."

"Yeah," I say with a small chuckle.

I always wish everyone would stop staring me. I know, I'm not exactly like other girls. I'm hard working, and practical. Other girls don't work, they just spend their days at the salons. I like to do work for myself.

'Why are they all looking,' I think, but truly I am unfazed by their stares as I am used to it.

That's when I notice a pair of eyes in the crowd. Green eyes, on a tall, handsome brunette guy. Staring directly at me.

It was Harry Styles! And now I would have to serve his table.

Harry styles was alone at the cafe. He signaled me over to take his order.

"I'll take a scrambled egg, with a side of bacon and a water." I almost miss the smirk Harry gives me, staring deep into my eyes. Almost as though he could look into my soul.

"Uh-uhm, y-yes sir."

I walk off quickly, but I see the sly grin that Harry gives me as I leave. What is this feeling?

Whatever I'm feeling, it scares me. I know Harry Styles would never reciprocate- wait, what am I thinking?

I grab the food, and take it to Harry Style's table.

"H-here you go s-sir."

"Please call me Harry."

"Y-yes Harry."

"What's your name?"

"Evelyn, sir- I mean H-Harry."

He smiles warmly at me. I return the gesture, giving him a friendly smile back. He just stares at me for a second, frightening me.

"You should smile more often, you have a beautiful smile," he jokes, teasing me.

"Stop teasing me, H-Harry," I whine.