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"I'm bad with words, I hope you're good in reading eyes"

- Unknown

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Maia

I didn't expect to see him there. Well, it must be said that on none of the occasions in which we've met was I expecting him and perhaps that's what makes everything much more special. I haven't stopped asking myself many things about him, which is scary because although it's true that I don't know him well enough, I couldn't help daydreaming about him.

I was surprised to see him that night sitting on the hood of the car. Niall had stopped by our apartment a couple of times to visit Cora, but he had always done it alone. After not seeing Harry for a few days, that night felt comforting, as if that was all I had needed after a long day, just him.

I really wanted him to kiss me, but maybe it was not the time and I understand that. My mind has not stopped wandering, remembering his words 'I shouldn't have'. Did he regret it? I really wanted it to happen, but maybe we both don't feel the same way.

It always happens that way, I'm used to giving a lot of myself to people who are not willing to give something of themselves, even if it is a small part. Sometimes it's not even reciprocal, but on none of those occasions have I been able to see the signs that tell me to stay away.

Naturally, you just search for what you give, and maybe that's the hardest part. Your heart gives a lot from you, to the point that it's difficult to find someone who matches your own. But you also hope that someday all that love you've given away, will find its way back to you to finally stay.

I walk around the tables to serve what would probably be my last dish of the day, "Here you go" I say to the adorable little family waiting for their order. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" asked them. I withdrew after receiving my tip due to the negative reply. I say goodbye to all my colleagues and I give Maria a big hug, with my bag on my shoulder and my jacket on my arm, I go to my car in the parking lot of the place.

I allow myself to let out a sigh as my back leans against the seat, closing my eyes and taking a little break as I search blindly for the keys inside my bag. These days have been different but not strange, I haven't felt like this in a long time. Burnt out. The sound of my phone on my lap makes me jump, interrupting all the peace that I could get to feel. I look at my phone, instantly feeling nauseous as I read the name on the screen.

Dad.

The worst scenarios pass as images in my head. Since I left, my dad has only called me a couple of times. Sometimes he was too drunk to understand that he was calling me, other times he stayed on the phone with me, silent on the line, there were a few times he hung up the call before I could answer.

My dad and I never had the best relationship, he wasn't there most of the time which was so confusing for a little girl that had no one but her father.

With shaking hands I answer his call, bringing the phone to my ear "Hello?" my voice comes out as a whisper. I don't know what to expect from his call, I had gotten used to his remoteness and getting a call from him makes everything confusing

"You answered," he says immediately, almost relieved. It takes me a moment to assimilate what is happening.

"Dad?" I ask him, I find it a bit difficult to recognize him because his voice sounds different.

"Maia" he says, confirming that that's him on the phone. "It has been some awful days for me, you know?" He speaks almost slurring, letting me know that my suspicions were true. "I've been thinking about your mother a lot these days... I'm in this house all alone, where everything reminds me of her."