Cold Season

Chapter One

Everyday was the same routine; wake up, get ready, work. I shared a small apartment in Manhattan with my best friend, so life wasnt so bad.

"Hey Em, I got coffee!" Pheobe knocked on my door before entering. "Iced caramel latte," she said handing it to me.

"You're an angel," I said taking it from her. I was going to need this because it was winter break for college kids which means Lombardi's would be packed.

I got dressed into my uniform and went outside to catch a cab. As I stepped out of the car I saw my boss, "My favorite coworker!" he said bringing me into a hug.

"My favorite boss!" I said hugging Paul back.

"Ok now get to work," he shooed me off.

He was my favorite thing about working at Lombardi's. Paul was a tiny Italian man who was in his 50's, he was the best. I thought of him like my own dad, and my parents were glad that I had someone like him. Paul was more than just a great boss.

"Hi my name is Emerson and I'll be serving you today," I said as I seated the tall blonde.

"Can I have two waters, please?" She said politely.

"I'll be right back," I said as I turned around and walked away.

When I walked back to the table there was someone with her. I tried my best to sit the waters down on the table without spilling them. I was shocked at how handsome the man sitting across from her was.

I felt both of them staring at me, "Are you ready to order?" I managed to get out.

He ran a hand through his shoulder length hair while she scrunched together her thick eyebrows and looked at the menu.

"I think we'll share the margherita pizza," he said, looking at her for approval. I took their menus, and walked away.

Of course they both had a British accent, which only made him more attractive. Usually if I see a hot guy I can talk to him or get his number, but this guy was different. Plus, he had a girlfriend who was no doubt a model.

Within ten minutes I had their pizza out to them, and that was the last time I saw them before I took the check. It was together, so they were definitely together too. He put his card in the little black book and handed it to me. I took it over to the register, "Harry Edward Styles," I whispered. That is such a beautiful name. Then I actually looked at the amount of money, and I must have read it wrong. This random guy was trying to give me a 50 dollar tip, that can't be right.

I took the card back to the table, "Hi, sorry to bother you, but I think you added a zero to my tip on accident. Five dollars is ideal," I said to him.

"No, I meant it. You were a great waitress," he smiled at me.

"I can't accept this," I said shifting my weight.

"I insist," he replied.

Once I put in the transaction I gave him back his card and thanked him again. The day went by slow after that but luckily my shift was over at 6. I clocked out and then went back to my apartment.

"PHEOBEEEE," I yelled as I walked in the door, but she was in the shower so I waited to tell her about my good day.

"Hey you're home!" she said as she walked out of the bathroom in her robe.

She was so pretty, there was no doubt that I was her 'duff'. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes, and she was 5'9. I don't know why she wasn't a model.

Me on the other hand? Not so much. I was short, 5'3 and a half to be exact. I had curly brown hair and baby blue eyes. It was okay though because we've been friends for 12 years now.

"Guess what happened today?" I said sitting on her bed while she got dressed. "I met the most gorgeous man, and he gave me a fifty dollar tip."

"Who was it?!" She sounded as equally excited.

"Well I didn't really talk to him, I was just his waitress, and he was very cordial. But his name was Harry Styles."

Pheobe's mouth dropped. "You mean the Harry Styles?"

Now I was just confused. "I didn't know he was the Harry Styles. I just thought he was Harry Styles," I laughed.

"Em this is serious. Harry Styles, as in the brother of Gemma Styles? Gemma Styles as in one of the most famous designers out there?" She went on and on, "If I could afford anything from her line I'd be wearing it all."

Pheobe looked at me and grabbed my hands, "You have to see him again."