Gone for Good //HS

Chapter 2

"Wow." Jen says looking at me with her eyebrows raised. 

"That's so..." She looks down, adjusting her skirt, trying to find the word to explain Blake.

 "Crazy." I finish her sentence for her, trying to end the awkward glances she keeps sending my way.The audience laughs as Jen throws her head back in hysteria. Well, I should give up this writing thing I've been doing and begin my career as a damn comedian. 

 The more time passes during this interview, the more uncomfortable I feel. I lean to my left and look just past Jen at my agent. She raises her hands in a thumbs up, and laughs when I scowl at her. I really didn't even want an agent, but Niall talked me into it. I can't even remember her name half the time, but it seems like she doesn't care to remind me. 

 I look back at whatever her name is, to find her mimicking what I'm sure I look like. Arms crossed, annoyance very clear on her face. I uncross my arms and look out towards the audience attempting a laugh again. I probably look like an asshole, but so far Jen hasn't seemed to notice.

 "Well?" Jen asks. Shit, I didn't hear her question.

 "I wasn't listening, sorry." I admit. I wait for her to repeat her question but she laughs again. I'm hoping, for her sake, that she really isn't that clueless. 

"You went to the coffee shop right?" She asks stifling her laughter. If I didn't have proof before that she clearly hadn't read my book, like she repeatedly reminded me she did, then I definitely did now.

 "Well, yes." I almost roll my eyes, but I stop myself and cough to play it off.

 ___________ 

"Niall-" I begin to try to tell him about what just happened but being the stubborn man he is, he cuts me off. 

"Harry I'm sorry! I just couldn't make it! I'll pay the tab, but you-" For whatever reason he seemed angry, and I was not in the mood to take it right now. 

"I'm not calling because of that. Calm down." I try to keep my voice down as I walk down the busy streets, trying to resume my journey to my apartment.

 "Oh. Well, hey man what's up?" Niall laughs. I feel like I need to sit down, or I may throw up the overly-expensive food that Niall has to pay for.

 "I feel like, I'm so, I-I met this girl." My hands roughly pull at my hair while my eyes scan the sidewalk, trying to find a bench to sit down at.

 "What girls don't you meet." He laughs again, and I instantly feel the tension and impending head ache slip away. I find a bench to sit at and join Niall in laughter. He was right, I guess. 

"She was different, she was weird. Well, not weird, but she was..." I pinch the bridge of my nose as my mind races through hundreds of adjectives.

 "I don't know what she was, but she was strange." That word didn't seem good enough to explain her, but I didn't have much to go on, here. 

"What happened? Harry Styles, the man of many words, seems to be having trouble with finding some." I can just imagine Niall sitting on that atrocious purple couch his mum has with a stupid smile plastered across his face. 

 "Her name is Blake, and she works at a coffeeshop. I don't know which coffeeshop and that's kind of the problem, I want to see her again but I-" I realize how loud I'm talking when I focus on the annoyed looks people are giving me as they pass by. 

"Slow down, Harry. Didn't you ask her out?" Niall, really?"Of course I did! I sat down next to her on the bench and tried to get her to go out with me. It was so fucking weird. First, she said maybe. I mean, who says maybe? Then she tells me that if I really want to see her I'll try to find her at the coffeeshop she works at." When I say it out loud, it sounds crazier than I mean for it to.