Alora Jones; a shy, 20-year-old who has spent all of her life struggling with her weight. It doesn't help that the main cause of that is because of her parents. Growing up with constant negativity and hurtful words being thrown at her by the two tha...
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Harry's POV
It's been about two weeks since I offered Alora the job of working at the store. She's coming into the store today since we're closed so I can train her. I think I'm gonna start her off easy and show her the cash register and maybe how to put away inventory.
I get to the store early so I can set things up for her to make things go smoothly. I turn on some music and get to work. I fill a few carts up with books for her to put away and I make sure the ladder is out in case we need it. I'm finishing up a couple of things when I hear the bell on the door ding, signifying Alora has arrived.
I hear her call out my name and her footsteps make their way towards me and I feel my stomach flip. I feel so much electricity running through my veins that it could power the entire London area. I suddenly start to feel nervous; my hands get clammy and my heartbeat starts to pick up. I don't understand why any of this is happening. I'm usually calm and cool when it comes to girls. But Alora is different, she makes me feel like a love-sick puppy.
She finally makes it into my view and I suck in a breath at how beautiful she is. She's wearing a baggy, beige, long-sleeve button-up with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of denim overalls with pink flowers embroidered on them. She has on a pair of white Converse that she probably borrowed from Bella. I notice that there's this yellowish glow around her, almost angel-like. I'm pulled from my thoughts when Alora clears her throat.
Shit. I hope she didn't notice I was staring.
She speaks up, "Hi Harry!" She flashes me her beautiful smile and waves at me.
"Hi beautiful," I say instantly making her blush. This shade of pink is slowly becoming my favorite color on her.
A comfortable silence falls upon us, her staring at me and me staring at her, waiting for someone to speak up.
Thankfully she decides to be the one to break the silence. "So boss, where do you want me first?"
"Well, I know it was only supposed to be for a couple of hours but how would you feel about closing the store with me? Just so you could get the whole experience." I ask her, kind of worried that she'll think I'm overstepping.
"Yeah! That's totally fine, Bella is busy today anyway so I would just be spending the day at home watching trash TV."
"Awesome! I was thinking we could start with me teaching you how to stock shelves and then we could do some inventory and then go from there" I suggest.
"That sounds perfect. Maybe we could play 20 questions while you train me, ya know to get to know each other better."
I'm about to say that I love icebreakers and that we should totally do that but before I'm able to she speaks up again.
"Actually never mind, it's a stupid idea-" I grab her hands and I feel a spark as soon as our fingertips touch but I shake it off as static.
"Alora, it's not a stupid idea. I was just about to say that I love icebreakers." I reassure her.
