Gap / Harry Styles RW

Twelve

One Direction- Little White Lies

I wake up with a slight headache, but other than that I feel unaffected by last nights events. I peek my head around Cam's door and hear her soft snores.
She would probably sleep all day. I would have, but today was my first day of work.

Thinking of work makes me think of Matt, and thinking of Matt makes me think of last night, the way we danced together, hands on each other's bodies.
Were we still just friends? Did that mean we were something more? Would he think it meant something more to me? Because honestly I don't know what I think about him yet. He is hot I tell myself. Ugh, I guess I would have to figure it out at work or something.

And then there was Harry, who I was fucking confused about. Sure, it looked like we might be friends, maybe not even that. It all seemed too good to be true but then again, he was just a normal person, like Cam, me, or anybody. I guess you wouldn't call Cam and I exactly normal but whatever. His messages still made my stomach swirl with both excitement and anxiety.

After I take a shower, do my hair and makeup, I pull on my required work attire of a white t-shirt with black pants and I head out the door, locking it behind me.

About ten minutes later and I'm waiting at the counter of the Pancake House. I tap my fingers impatiently on the marbled surface. I poke my head around the side of the counter, looking for Matt or any other employee.

I glance around the restaurant. Yep, people were scattered across various tables, engrossed in either their conversation or their breakfast.
I scan the office area and front serving area again. No sign of Matt.
Well this was awkward.

"Hey Kat," a voice startles me.
Matt appears at the counter. "Sorry I was just around the back, you ready?"

I sigh, playfully punching him in the arm, as he laughs, "you scared me you idiot!"

Almost as soon as I did it I regret it. Sure, it was a small gesture but what if he took it out of context? What if he thought something about it? God now I was thinking something about it. Goddammit Kat.

"So you ready to start- Sasha here will be training you,"Matt gestures to a petite blonde with a black apron tied around her waist.

She saunters around the front of the counter to where I stand.
She hands me an apron, "I got it from here Matt," she says sweetly, smiling and blinking a few times too many.

If they weren't already together, she so had a thing for him.

I tie the apron around my waist and she begins to run me through the ins and outs of the business.

I watch her take a few orders and soon I'm doing it myself without any problems. 

I mean I only spilled a customers coffee once.

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After my lunch break, I get to work again. Basically my job is to take orders, hand out the orders and clean up after the orders, and I'm managing better than I thought I would.

Sasha continues to flirt with Mattband him and I joke around every now and again. I pick up few unnecessary cleaning jobs from Sasha in result but cleaning the toilet was so worth seeing the look on her face when Matt talks and laughs with me. Only just though.
So it's safe to say Sasha isn't my favourite person.

I'm wiping over the front counter when the front door bell dings. For crying out loud it better not be another 7 child family. Now THAT was a nightmare.

I glance up and see Mr Harold Styles holding open the door for an elderly lady and her husband. Of course he was, he was such a gem.

I'll admit, my heart skips a beat or two.