Frozen Hands [h.s.]

nine

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LAURENCE'S POV

I awake completely startled by the light shinning through my window. I must've forgotten to close the curtains yesterday night, I was exhausted from my two runs, school and seeing my friends.

I decide to have a lazy morning, seeing as it is only 7:35am and my shift only starts at 10.I take out my phone and select an upbeat playlist, then put it back to charge. If I can help it, my phone has to be fully charged at all times.

I then grab my iPad and go on Youtube, looking through my subscribing box. After looking at a few videos I log off, utterly bored already. I decide to log on to instagram. I don't post much, but I follow a lot of people so I enjoy scrolling through my feed to find some interesting things.

After a few minutes, I am bored once again. I make myself a twitter, because I know that Harry uses it a lot and I want to try it out. I follow all the One Direction boys, a few celebrities and some of my friends who have twitter. I decide to tweet Harry.

@LaurenceCornwall : hi Harry @Harry_Styles
Hope you're having a good day (not punctuated)

Satisfied with my witty tweet, I send it and patiently wait for a reply. While I wait, I explore a bit. I look at his profile and nearly choke. He has 25 million subscribers! I quickly check the other boys, noticing they all have their fair share of followers as well.

Sighing, I go back to my profile and set up a profile picture, using a picture my aunt took of me at the beach last summer, where I look half decent. After second thoughts, I decide to crop my body out, leaving only my face for people to see.

I realize that with the amount of followers Harry has, he probably gets thousands of tweets a day and will never notice mine. Since I know he will never see them, I decide to write another one.

@LaurenceCornwall : @Harry_Styles just noticed how many followers you have oops you probably won't notice my tweet haha

Smiling to myself, I decide to get up and go workout a bit. My muscles still ache from yesterday's double run so I take it easy and exercise lightly instead of running. I quickly change into some more suitable clothing and grab my yoga mat, heading outside. I also bring my iPad, deciding I will do a few of Blogilates' workout routines.

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Work is boring, as usual. The coffee shop is right across the street from a Starbucks, so we don't get much customers. Most of my job consisted of cleaning the tables, serve the rare customers and just reading at the counter when no one is here. Occasionally, I come in extra-early to bake all the pastries, but that only happens when our chef is sick or has some emergency of some sort.

Currently, there is nobody in the shop so I am intently reading my book. It is nearing the climax and the anticipation of what is coming is consuming me, therefore I don't realize when somebody enters the shop before they wave their hand in front of my face. I quickly look up and am met with piercing green eyes.

"H-hey Harry what are you doing here?" I sputter out, feeling quite flustered. I look around, noticing that there are more customers than before.

"Just thought I'd keep you company on your shift, is all," he smiles. God he is so sweet.

"You really didn't have too, but thanks! Don't you have some kind of famous thing to do though?" I gesture at him. He looks hurt by my use of words and I immediately start feeling guilty.

"Please, forget that I'm famous," he makes some air-quotes at the last word. "I hate that term. Let's just pretend I'm someone you met at school, aye?" He continues. I nod, feeling embarrassed I had made him upset.