Behind The Mask II Harry Styles #Wattys2015

Chapter 1

I slid the wet rag across the counter cleaning up the left over crumbs from the last customer. I heard the bell above the door ring, telling me there was a new customer. I looked up to see the familiar curls and green eyes. He was a regular here at the small coffee shop I worked at. Every day at 7:00 o'clock sharp, he would come in and in the corner of the dining room. He was always alone and said very little.

He kept entirely to himself and would just come and drink his coffee. Sometimes I would feel him staring at me. It was a little bit creepy but I tried my best to just ignore it. He was a very strange man and many people would avoid him, almost as if they were scared of him. He didn't scare me for some reason, instead he made me wonder.

I felt his eyes burning into my skin. I turned around to see his green eyes staring at me intensely. I just looked the other way. I was curious why he would always come here at the same exact time. Why did he stare at me? Nothing about him made any sense. Before I knew it, it was time to close up the shop. Everyone had since gone and the only person left was the man in the corner. I didn't particularly want to talk to him so I began to clean off all the tables, hoping he would take the hint and leave.

As I got to the last table, he still had not moved at all. I sighed and put the rag into the sink. I started approaching his table and something about him just screamed danger. "Excuse me sir," I started. "We're closed now." I said politely, adding a smile at the end.

Without a word, he got up and left. I started at him with my eyebrows furrowed together. Why was he so rude? He could have at least said something. I shook my head and locked the front door. I made sure all the lights were off and I headed out the back door, making sure it was locked.

I still hadn't saved up enough money for a car yet so I began making my way home by foot. It was a long walk but I couldn't afford to even take the bus. I had only been working at the coffee shop for two months, ever since I was kicked out of the orphanage. When I was still very little, my father passed away leaving my mom a poor, single mother. She didn't have enough money to take care of me so she put me up for adoption. I lived at the orphanage my whole life, every day, just waiting for someone to take me home to live with them. Sadly, that day never came.

As time passed, I turned 18 and that was when the orphanage gave me $500 and told me that I had to live on my own. I found a decent apartment and a job at the coffee shop, but I barely made enough to scrape by. I was stressed because I was almost out of money and I had no food. My rent was overdue, and that was the main thing I was concerned about. I let out a long, frustrated sigh and ran my hand through my hair. I made my way down the dark streets until I made it to the grocery store. I only had $20 to spend on food so I had to buy only the absolute necessities. I grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge and shook my head at how expensive it was. I stepped back and almost fell over when I hit into something. I turned around to be met with green eyes. I quickly apologized, and that was when I realized that it was the same man from the coffee shop.

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