Night Shift [h.s]

three

☁️ ALANNAH ☁️

I never thought I'd see my mystery man again, I didn't think for one moment that I'd be seeing him just two weeks later, standing right in front of me as some kind of superior. I thought that was it for him and I.

It wasn't a lie for me to say that I had thought about him most nights when I fell asleep, dreaming of his curls, thinking of his perfect house and his perfect clothes, I had even started calling him Mr perfect in my head, because that's exactly how I viewed him. And it didn't help that my imagination liked to run wild most nights, I think my mind was casting him out to be a little more perfect than he actually was, because I didn't believe for one second that Mr perfect was actually standing right here in front of me, talking to me in this way.

"What the fuck are you doing here Blondie?" Harry stares at me waiting for an answer. It was quite a simple answer really, one that I'm sure him and his big brains could figure out rather quickly.

I was mostly surprised in the way in which he had spoken to me so far, none of it had seemed friendly and he didn't seem like a total sweetheart that Rosie had claimed him as.

I was seeing a very different side to him right now. A very different side to what I had seen at Ashleigh and Conner's wedding, as well as a very different side of him that I had seen just moments ago with Alicia. How is everyone calling him a heartthrob when he walks around talking to people like that?

Or perhaps he just spoke to me like that because we fucked, not once but twice, and then I ran from his house before he even woke in the morning. Though what was he seriously expecting to happen in the morning? Did he think that we were going to sit and have breakfast together at the table and chat about the weather and our plans for the day? Because to me that just seemed down right awkward.

There was definitely a reason as to why he was being so rude and standoffish with me, and that was only because we had hooked up. He had no other reason to be so blunt with me when our history only went back two weeks. Unless he really was mad that I had walked out on him whilst he was sleeping. But I didn't understand what he expected of our one night together.

"I work here.." I trail off and my words seem to come out as more of a question rather than a confident statement. I didn't know what he wanted to hear from me.

I did work here, that was a fact. I was here in the flesh, in my scrubs with a name badge quite clearly stating that I worked here. If he thought that I had somehow stalked him here and wormed my way into a job just to be able to see him again then he was severely wrong.

I wasn't here for him. I was here for myself and for Harmony. I was here for a job and for money. It actually wasn't anything to do with him. I didn't even know his name until twenty minutes ago, so how the hell would I have done this on purpose?