COCO'S

12

Cloe Marín

Harry left an hour ago, I think. And my last client has just left as well.

Now the clock reads two pm, and I'm starving. I pick all of my things and clean a bit before I go, now there isn't anyone in the shop so I'm all alone since everyone has left already.

I want to get home so I can get some rest and think a bunch about what Harry has said all over the morning.

This will bite me down in the ass sooner rather than later, but I think he is being honest with me. But why now? In the exact moment when I rejected him. He is such a major red flag.

On the other hand, he looked almost in pain talking about everything. It really looked like he was hurting by everything he has said, and that he wanted to apologize to me.

I'm so confused.

When I'm walking towards the door of the private room where I do the nails and makeup, I began to hear soft muttering. As I approach the door, I hear it louder and louder.

"She's a good girl... She feels so good... She- oh.. she feels so good." No other but Harry Styles is sitting on one of the hairdresser's chair in front of a mirror, with a journal and a pen on his hand.

I thought he had left, maybe he came back or something.

He is looking down so he doesn't acknowledge me, I keep myself almost hidden so I can keep listening to him singing. He has a very good voice, so smooth and low.

"Gets into parties, no need invitations. No, fuck. Gets into parties without invitations, how could you ever turn her down?" He corrects himself and keeps going. "Could you ever turn her down? Um... That's bad" He sings slower this time, whispering.

He isn't singing about me, is he?

I don't really listen to English music so he may be just singing a random song and I couldn't know.

That makes no sense, Cloe. He is a songwriter.

"There's not a drink that I think could sink her.." Harry sings, I watch him reflected on the mirror, he has his eyebrows pinched together in a frown, his lips now pursed.

"How could I tell her that she's all I think about?" Oh my God.

I lean against the door while hearing him. As I do this, the door makes a sound due to how old it is and it makes Harry snap his head at the sound, locking eyes with me through the mirror.

When he sees that it is me that is hearing him, he smiles shyly. "Well, I guess she just found out." He sings in a joking manner, enlogating the 'out'.

My cheeks are red when he stands up and puts his journal on his back pocket. I smile at him even more shyly than him. "You should keep that last part, you know."

"Did I make you shy? Didn't think I'd see the day." He chuckles with a sweet smile that makes me want to slap him again, if I'm honest.

I roll my eyes, "I get shy most of the time. I get really embarrassed about myself." I confess.

"Well, you shouldn't." He states the obvious, "Hey, uh, I bought some calzone from a place a few streets away. It is four cheese 'cause I'm vegetarian and I ate half of it already." He chuckles, handing me a small paper bag, "Oh! I also got olives all'Ascolana I think is called 'cause you said you loved olives."

If it was for me, my jaw would be dropped to the floor right now.

"Did you buy this for me?" I ask, shocked.