Inked [Harry Styles]

iii. service with a tear

-Evelynn-

‘TEENAGE HEARTHROB HARRY STYLES IN LOVE?’

That was the title on one of the tabloids that I was reading whilst there was no customers at the café.  I felt the anger rise up in my body at the fact that Harry promised that I wouldn’t get any grief from his deluded fans and the press.

The bell rang on the door alerting me of a new customer, meaning that I had to plaster a smile on my face for the customer.

I stepped towards the counter and smoothed my lilac apron over my knees and looked up and smiled.

Then I saw who it was and frowned.

“Hey! I thought it was meant to be service with a smile.” Harry said with a smirk.

“Well it would be if my face wasn’t on the front cover of the Daily Star!” I said back and he looked guilty.

“Look, I’m sorry. How was I supposed to know that the paparazzi would make up stupid stories and that my fans would believe them?” He said.

“You know your fans right?” I started and he nodded. “Well are they gullible?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Then you should know that they will believe everything.” I said.

“Look do you have Twitter?” He said.

“Yes but-,” I started.

“Just give me your username.” He interrupted.

I huffed. “It’s at Evelynn underscore Rose. Please don’t make it worse Harry.” I said and he just got his phone out and ignored my last comment.

“Eve, are you working or socialising?” Indie shouted from the kitchen where she was baking éclairs.

“Both! Sorting out something that should have never happened!” I shouted back, referring to Harry who just glared at me.

“Done, check your mentions and thank me later. Oh, and I’ll order a coffee and some of that chocolate cake please.” He said and manoeuvred himself towards the window table.

I wandered into the kitchen to find that Indie was getting a new batch of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and they smelt divine so I naturally had to nick one. The second my hand had touched the cookie I almost had to drop it because it was hot. I was analysed to be a clever and logical person but in reality I’m just a clueless idiot really.

Indie laughed “You might want to wait until they cool down before you test them!” She said.

“That might be an idea! And the idiot I was sorting something out with wants a coffee and a piece of your amazing chocolate cake.”  I said.

“Who’s the idiot and where are they sitting?” Indie asked and I rolled my eyes.

“You’ll find out when someone lets out a fangirl scream and table 1.” I said and proceeded to make Harry’s coffee.

“OH MY GOD! IT’S HARRY STYLES!” A shout erupted from the tables and I laughed at Indie’s sudden resemblance to a meerkat.

“You didn’t tell me that idiot was Harry Styles?” She hissed next to me.

“Well he is an idiot so that is how I describe him.” I said.

We continued to argue whether Harry was an idiot until she had cut a generous amount of chocolate cake onto the plate and I had made a frothy coffee. I was debating whether to make his coffee with salt instead of sugar but Indie caught me out and said that all money was good money.

Indie had pushed me forwards to serve Harry because apparently I wasn’t going to mess up.

That theory was down the drain.

Harry was looking all cool with his little bunch of attention seekers buzzing around of him and I had tried to push through the five girls but tripped over one of their bags and spilt the coffee all over Harry’s trousers and the chocolate cake on his Tee shirt and I had ended up falling on his lap.

“She’s too keen for me.” Harry said, obviously loving all the attention.

I pushed myself off his lap and tried to avoid the fact that I was probably bright red. I coughed and pushed a free bit of hair that was falling in my hair over my ear.

“Sorry about that. Do you want any more coffee or cake Harry?” I asked him and as soon as the word Harry had left my mouth the girls ‘ooed’ and I shot them a shut up look.

“Are we getting personal now? You’re just an ugly clumsy waitress who fell into him.” One of them said and I felt some tears prick at my eyes.

“Yes and you obviously only like him because he’s famous and you only want to get in his pants!” Another one said and a tear escaped my eye.

“I bet you’re just a ‘fan’ and only liking Harry because he’s famous unlike us three who like Harry not Harry Styles from One Direction!” The third one said.

“YOU DON’T KNOW ME! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE!” I shouted and took a step back from Harry and the bitches. “WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU? APART FROM STEAL YOUR PRECIOUS HARRY! I DON’T EVEN LIKE HIM. HE IS MY WORST ENEMY AND I HATE HIM AND HIS DELUDED FANS!”

Indie came running from the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about and as soon as she saw me in tears she assumed that the 5 girls were a cause of that. I saw her usual smiling face turn into a scowl and her usually cheerful green eyes darken in pure anger.

“I suggest that you leave my café. Before I ring the police.” Indie said with a slight growl to her voice.

“Make me princess.” The bitchiest one said.

“Right-,” Indie said before almost launching at the girl before Harry intervened.

“I suggest you leave before I ring the police.” Harry said, the girls opened their mouths in shock but then stalked out of the café, slamming the door behind them.

“Thanks Harry.” Indie said and put her arm around my shoulder and led me to a table.

Indie headed off to make me a strong coffee and get me a plate of cookies and Harry sat opposite me. I refused to look him in the eyes but he leant across the table and gently pushed my head so I faced him and looked him in the eyes.

“I thought you were never one to let your emotions show?” Harry said teasingly.

“I can’t be bothered with your teasing Harry. Not now.” I said.

“I wasn’t teasing you. You know what Evelynn, I do care about you. If anything I want to fight for you. I want to show you that sometimes letting your walls down are better. You need a shoulder to cry on sometimes, someone to hold on to, and someone to love. I want to be that person Evelynn. Let me in.” He pleaded with me.

“I don’t want to let myself go that easy. If you want me, fight for me Harry. Then if you are willing then yes. I will let you in.” I said.

“I will get to you Evelynn.” He said. “I have tricks up my sleeve.”

After that comment he got up from the table, planted a soft kiss to my forehead and left. He kissed my forehead without me even reacting, it was like I was going to get used to it and wanted more of it.

I was sure that Harry wasn’t going to do anything special, he was just going to do the traditional things.

Boy, I was wrong. 

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A/N: Sorry for the really late update! I had a massive case of writers block, so here is an 'interesting' chapter! I've decided I need a ship name for Harry and Evelynn, help me out please! 

Hevelynn? Harlynn? Harrylynn? 

If anybody has any other suggestons then please feel free to comment! 

Gif on the side is the boys being their cheeky selves! 

I love you all, never forget that!

Amy x