Twisted

Chapter 12: It never fades away

Note: Listen to 'change my mind' by one direction while reading this chapter, it hits different. It adds to essence to the chapter and creates a scenario. Enjoy.

Clara searched around her room for her ID card of the Coffee House, but she couldn't find it anywhere. Maybe she left it at the shop itself. She was already running late, so she grabbed her keys and left the room. 

She put on her apron and cleaned the shop to distract herself from the prevailing situation. Andy came in a few minutes later and helped her organize before the consumers came in. Soon, the consumers rolled in, and this place became busy with murmurs and gossips. She ran around the shop, taking the orders and delivering it to them.

"You are doing fantastic today, no wrong orders or no spill." Andy said, making a drink for an amiable lady.

"Thanks, Andy," she said, proud of herself. She was terrible at this job in the beginning, but day by day she is doing better, and she was thankful to Andy for believing in her and giving her job with little effort. She didn't want to mess anything today, so she worked sincerely, talking sweetly to the costumers and making their drinks graciously. She needed this job badly, and she should do well.

"Looking for this?" she heard a voice to her right.

"What are you doing here? And how do you have my ID?" Clara asked in disbelief, staring at Harry holding her ID.

"You dropped it in the locker room along with your books," he admitted, and held the card above so she couldn't reach. Clara jumped and snatched it from his hands.

"Oh, so you've met our new Barista. He is joining today." Andy said smiling at Harry and shaking his hand. 

"It's your first day, so don't mess it up and hurry up, there are people waiting," Andy said, and went back to the counter to resume his work. Clara joined him and helped Andy attend the awaiting people, while Harry did nothing helpful and simply scrolled through his phone.

The sugar Jar was empty, so Clara went to the store room to fill it up to the brim. She filled the jar and sealed it.

But she flinched when she heard the door close.

"Harry, what are you doing?" she asked annoyed as Harry blocked her path and stood against the door.

"Talk to me and I'll let you go," he said, stepping closer.

"Harry, I need this job and you're wrecking it," Clara said helplessly, and he pinned her to the rack behind her.

"As I said, talk to me, I'll let you go" 

"Okay, what do you want to know?" she said, giving up knowing he wouldn't stop until she answered him whatever he wants to know.

"Why did you leave that day so suddenly? Why are you not talking to me? Why are you avoiding me? Say something because I can't go without talking to you anymore. I need to know" He let it out in one breath.

He asked the one question I dreaded to answer. I didn't prepare for this, I wasn't ready to answer this question. I didn't know what to answer, so instead I said "What are we Harry? We make out sometimes, and we almost had sex. You act as if I'm no one to you, but again you act as if we are something more. Am I only your booty call? What about Max? She is your girlfriend, and it's unfair to her. What are we?" 

"I don't know Clara, I honestly don't know what we are. But I do know that I've never felt the way I feel when I'm around you, with Max. All I know is I never want to let you go of this feeling. It's mysterious pain and pleasure, I don't want to be a moment away from you. So please don't stop talking to me. And I don't care that you didn't want to have sex with me. Hell, you had the right to stop it if you want to. Maybe it was a wrong step, and I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Don't ever run from me, because I will always, come back to you and I'll get you" he said in the sweet mixture of frustration and pleasure.