In More Ways Than One // hs

Chapter 3

Fuck! I'm gonna be late!

I work in a book store downtown but me and Chelsea live in midtown. So I had to work fast if I wanted to make it in time.

I ran to the bathroom to wash my face and applied my daily makeup of concealer, powder, eyeliner and mascara. I then quickly tried to brush the giant knot that claimed to be hair but evidently gave up and threw it up in a super high ponytail.

My outfit for today consists of nothing less than the normal black jeans and black leather booties. I added my white Beatles Abbey Road shirt and my jean jacket to still be cute and work cause you never know who is gonna walk in. Besides. Since its fall I still don't need a real jacket yet.

The time is now 7:30

I still haven't eaten breakfast! Fuck! Screw breakfast, I'll get Starbucks or something since its across the street.

I'm rushing so much and run around everywhere that everything is in fast motion and I don't even realize how fast I'm going until I stub my toe on our coffee table.

"FUCK!"

Wait! Shit! Chelsea is still sleeping she's going to kill me.

I tiptoe to grab my purse off the counter as I hear her start to groan in waking up. She starts mumbling curses under her breath but I slip out the door before she can start full on throwing punches at me.

I decided to take the stairs down instead of the elevator since its a lot quicker than the elevator and I'm already late.

I finally make it to the lobby as me and Sandy share our "hello"s before I'm bursting out the door.

Sandy is the cute 60 year old front desk man in our building and has acted as a father figure to me ever since he figured out my situation. He even has a picture of my parents just in case they ever come in to make sure they don't know where I am.

I'm out the door but crap I have to text my boss Lindsay that I may be a little late!!

I grab my phone and frantically start texting her a bullshit excuse and I'm completely consumed in my phone until I hear a car screech and two arms snake around my waist pulling me back.

My eyes instantly squeeze shut.

"Hello love are you alright?!" the thick British accent screams to me but somehow the scream is soft and not like the screams I'm used to. This one is full of genuine concern.

I slowly open my eyes to be welcomed by perfect green ones staring directly into me. They were so captivating. I'm getting completely lost in them until I hear the voice asks again:

"Can you hear me love?! Are you alright!?"

I then focus out and onto the boys face and realize

It's Harry Styles.