monophobia || h.s

one.

Harry sat in his usual coffee shop. Small and cozy. It became a habit of his to sit there in the morning before all his uni classes started. Sipping on coffee, trying to give himself as much energy as possible to make it through the day.

Observing. He also likes to observe everything he could in the coffee shop. The conversation amongst the workers, he couldn't ever really hear them, but he would study their movements. Humans are creatures of habit Harry believed.

All the way from across the small coffee shop she was there too. Melody. She had a pen in her hand flying across a paper in from of her. This was just one of her habits. Every morning finish an assignment last second.

In this moment every morning, Melody would have two or three friends around her. They would be engaged into their own conversation but Melody would never join. It was rather weird and strange though Harry's eyes because it only this time of the day where she wasn't constantly talking and sharing a crazy story.

Only was it in the little coffee shop where she was silent.

There were bags under her eyes visible from where Harry was. It made him wonder how late she had stayed out the night before. He tried to remember hearing her walking into her apartment last night, but there was no memory.

But did the memories of hearing her enter her home and say a quick goodbye to her friends ever matter? After all, he always saw her looking tired as hell. Almost everyday she would walk into class late because she was trying to give herself as much artificial energy as possible, but it never worked.

All of this made him wonder so much about her. It was a lot easier to ask questions to get information on people rather than take notice of their habits. Why couldn't he just talk to her? There was no reason. But he still didn't.

For the first time since entering the café, Melody looked up from her paper. Right when she looked up her and Harry were making eye contact. Very calm eye contact until Melody turned towards her friends to very quickly contribute to their talk.

It was only for a few seconds but to Harry it meant a whole bunch of things. The eyes are the windows to a persons soul.

Gotta get this done, gotta get this done.

Melody thought to herself. She knew she was going to be late to the class this was due for but that didn't change the fact she wanted to finish it.

She was quickly scribbling down all the answers she could put together, which for the most part she thought were correct.

"Here's your coffee, Melody." A barista whom she was familiar with said, placing a to-go cup in front of her.

"I didn't order anything yet." Melody was extremely confused, she did come here everyday and she ordered the same thing every day. Maybe they already knew.

"That boy, Harry I think, across the shop bought this and told me to deliver it to you."

"Oh, thank you." Melody politely said.

She looked across the shop at where Harry was sitting. But he had left before the coffee was delivered to her.

Melody thought back to when their eyes met, just minutes ago. And for whatever reason as of now, Melody has never wanted to talk to Harry as badly as she does now.