Frozen Hands [h.s.]

twelve

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Sunday, July 19th, 2015

LAURENCE'S POV

91.1 pounds.

I am ninety-one and a tenth of a pound.

I shakily step off the scale, trying to be happy about my slight weight loss, but not succeeding. I am always extremely upset whenever I maintain or gain weight, but when I loose some I just feel.. Numb. There is no happiness, no excitement anymore. It is just a requirement for me to full fill in order to have an acceptable day.

It is almost time for me to leave for work, so I grab my uniform, which consists of all black clothing, and quickly brush my teeth.

Once I am ready, I hop into my car, turning my key in the keyhole, making the vehicle roar to life. I arrive at the coffee shop a few minutes before my shift, so I sit down and pull out my phone to distract myself until it is eleven.

I notice that I have a new message, which is rare because barely anyone knows my phone number.

Harry: Hey Laur. Just arrived in Toronto, thought I'd let you know. What's up?

Me: Heyy. Nice, are you staying for long there?? I'm just about to go on my shift at the coffee shop

Harry: Just like, three days or something. It's the end of our publicity tour, so we're starting the North-American leg of our actual singing tour.

Me: Sweet. Are you guys coming to Ottawa? Maybe I could come to one of your concerts!

Harry: Yeah, we are actually. I know we're doing two concerts there in early september, but I'm not sure about the dates. It'd be so cool if you would come. We could hang out during the day as well.

Me: Look at us, making plans nearly 2 months in advance. Lol anyways, sounds perfect! Gtg, my boss is screaming at me.

Harry: Don't get in trouble for me. We'll talk later, have fun at work. xx

Groaning, I roll my eyes. Nothing is fun about work. All I ever do is serve rather rude customers and clean. I don't even need the money, because my aunt gave me a credit card to her bank account, knowing I am fully responsible.

But I still insist on working because first of all, it occupies me on the days I don't have school. I don't have many friends, so the days were I have nothing planned are plain and boring.

The second reason is that I want to be independent, to be able to rely on myself in case something happens to my aunt and I am left alone to fend for myself.

I am distracted by my thoughts when a teenage girl comes up to me. "Hey. Aren't you the one with One Direction yesterday?"

I blink in surprise. I didn't expect people to recognize me, even less come up to me and ask me.

"Uh, well they were in the coffee shop yesterday, yeah," I say awkwardly. I am not very good at interacting with people in general, so this situation makes me feel extremely out of place.

"Cool! Do you know them? What did they order? Have you talked to them? What were they like? Did they smell good?" She excitedly asks.

I shift uncomfortably, not really sure what to say. "Well, I know who they are, obviously. And I don't really remember their order.. I only talked to them to take their order, but they were nice. Pretty polite, too. And I didn't get close enough to smell them," I chuckle awkwardly. I decide to go with a half-truth, because I don't want to get any hate for knowing One Direction.