H.S. Short stories (drafts)

Normal

March 30 2022

((Description::

"Teach me how to be normal."

"Well for starters...fuck, for Christ's sake you don't need four phones! Here, give me-"

"But I need them. One is for my mom, can't have her not be able to reach me. The second one is for my manager, he really hates it when it goes to voicemail, special ringtone set for him. My third one, it's a Nokia, it's impossible to break and also takes me forever to text anyone back that one is for my sister. And my last one, well that one is for other shit, I just need my phones. What's the big deal? Everyone has four phones. Don't they?"

"Uhhh... no Harry, they don't have four phones. In fact some people don't even own one. Now give me them."

"But... But I need them."

"Well, no not really. You only need the last one, you know 'for shit and stuff'."

"I don't know, I really need-"

"You said you wanted me to help you be normal, to teach you to be normal and this Is the first step. If you can't even do the first step how in the hell do you plan to accomplish the rest of the list?"

"There's a list?!"

-Normal- Harry Styles isn't used to the word or the world of normal. After going out with his last date she told him he wasn't normal and that he should get his shit straight so he doesn't hurt another person. He's determined to win over his ex-date by learning to be normal, he learns how to be normal from the waitress that served him during his last date. Not really realizing he doesn't need to be normal for a special person to like him for him.))

Chapter 1

Lo

Seeing him walk into the restaurant looking fine as ever in his freshly laundered , probably even ironed and steam pressed, deep Navy suit and skinny tie really kicked me in the back of the knees. I wobbled over to the table, I paid special close attention to his date as I didn't want to be rude and stare at him. Well it was rude either way you look at it. Whatever.

"You could have atleast got the door for me." She whispered to him, he returned her hushed criticism with a apologetic smile that he obviously didn't mean but since she was the one with him she probably let it go.

"Good evening, glad to have you here at Port Edwards! Seeing as we are now serving dinner it would be my pleasure to announce the Chefs Meal Choice of the day : Chicken Teriyaki over rice, with your choice of side and vegetable. Now," I took a breath and swallowed as I opened my notepad up. Swiftly removing my pen from its holding position between my head and ear I brought the pen down to meet the pad of paper. "So, beverages?"

When I was throughly done reciting my overly used evening dinner speech I glanced up with a soft click of my tongue to the roof of my mouth. It wasn't until I was swimming in a deep sea did I realize I was staring into the eyes of the person I was trying not to be rude to.

Yep, I was sure to be fired.

"I'll have a water, please." His date mentions and I can't find the ounce of patience I have left in me for stupid people. Even people on a date with the boy, now man, I spent a good 8 years being friends with back in our pre-adolescent age of immaturity.

"You both have waters placed on your table. Would you like something else?"

"Oh- I just meant sparkling water. The fizzy bubbly kind, do you have anything like that?" I pursed my lips and thought about if I really needed the tips from this table and decided I did not.

"Jesus, excuse me while I find you a new waiter that can handle the amount of stupidity leaking from your mouth." With that I slammed the pad of paper down on the table and walked off back towards the kitchen.

Sparkling water, the fuck this place look like?
Port Edwards is fancy but it ain't THAT fancy. People that need to order two different types of water belong eating their dinner at the White House. I bet they serve 10 different types of water there!

"Wait, wait, wait.-" a deep, sultry, and ear grabbing voice spoke. I had heard that voice every day at school for 8 years, there's no mistaking who's that belongs to. "Come on, Lo. That's no way to treat your customers." And just like that I was reminded that he did in fact remember me as well. Even without my knee high Hello Kitty socks, my purple unicorn bracelet and matching eye glasses.

I can't help but twist my lips and suction them in such distaste that he's even talking to me about how to treat someone. He didn't even hold the door open for his date and that's like kicking the cane away from an old person.

"We serve tap water here, we do not own anything out of a bottle. I can't change the service here, Harry. Maybe you could try somewhere higher class rated but here, in little old Port Edwards we don't do that. Not even for you." I may have went a little too far on the last one but what's said was said.

"Do you two know each other?" His date questions. She looks Fairly intrigued and her overly drawn on eyebrows raise as we both answer differently.

"No"
"Yes"

"Unfortunately." I change my answer, with a swift roll of my eyes. "Harry." I address him, his eyes perk up from looking about to looking straight at me with such attention it's nearly shocking, I kind of liked that. Weird. "What can I get for you to drink?"

"Oh right!" He thumbs through the booklet of alcoholic beverages, his date watches him and i can sense just from the look on her face that she's objecting to his day drinking ways. "Uh- I think- hmm, ohh I know! I'll just have a margarita and splash a little extra vodka in there for me."

"Uh Harry. It's only 1 in the afternoon..." oh this should be good. Watching him get his ass handed to him is going to be hilarious.

"Yeah but it's 5oclock somewhere eh?"