Symbolism & Innocence

Memories in the Coffeeshop

Mood: I Won't Mind By: Zayn Malik

Harry's P.O.V

There is laughter and warmth surrounding me, but I don't feel any of it. I am sat in the middle of the coffee shop, laptop sat in front of me as one of my best mates sit across from me. It is silent between us.

On my screen, there is a picture. On my screen there is my mother and myself. The heat from my tea is trying to seep into my skin, but I remain cold.

My thoughts are swirling around my head, lining them with poisonous memories. It's just one of those days.

Somewhere around me there is a couple, speaking to each other intimately in the dimly lit room. They sit closely in their own world as the day around them shifts.

In the back there is a small girl hunched over a textbook, earphones in as she drowns out the world. Her thick rimmed glasses are slipping down her nose as she quietly reads to herself.

There are the workers rushing about the shop, breath low and hearts beating.

Then there is me.
And then there is Zayn.

We are sat across from each other, each lost far away thought. And it is times like these where I truly appreciate him, for he knows when my quiet is needed. Even when we are surrounded by nothing but noise, he is still quiet and I am still quiet.

He reaches over and pats my hand softly, closing my laptop, as if knowing what I am looking at. He takes the device away from my reach and looks at me with sad eyes, he knows.

"When?" is all he asks and I have no need for him to elaborate, already understanding.

"This Saturday," I tell him, looking down into my almost empty tea, the heat soaking in through the sleeves of my sweater. "Do you need me that day?" I shake my head and finish the last of the liquid, looking up. "I'll be okay," I say, but I don't mean it and he knows I don't mean it. "H, you weren't okay last year."

And he's right, I wasn't okay last year.

I spent a full 24 hours and then some wondering my old childhood neighborhood crying, drunk off of a bottle of scotch.

But I nod my head anyway and tell him, "I'll be okay," and the topic is dropped. I can tell he wants to say more on the subject, his mouth opening, but after some thought he closes it and stands with his empty cup and points towards my own.

"Would you like a refill?" I nod my head, "coffee right?" he says with a smirk, knowing I hate the disgusting drink. I shake my head, my nose scrunched up at the thought, "No, absolutely not." He just laughs and goes to stand in line with the two mugs, humming along to the music flowing through the shop.

The chatter seems to fade out as the small bell rings, indicating another customer has walked through the door. I paid no attention to the new being; only staring at my closed laptop with remorse. The chair pulled away from the table as Zayn slid the newly refilled mug to me, his own coffee steaming in front of him as he smiles softly at me. He reaches over and pats my hand, turning back to his own papers.

"Hi, can I get a Yorkshire tea please?" says a small voice, my head snapping up at the sweet, familiar voice.

He stood in front of the counter, having to stand on his tip toes to be able to reach the small packets of sugar and cream, the heels of his boots clicking against the floor as he stood back on his normal footing. His white skinny jeans framed his thighs nicely, his light pink sweater dipping off one of his slender shoulders. He was absolutely breath taking. As if sensing my eyes were on him, he turned around and scanned the coffee shop, steaming mug in his hand. As his eyes landed on me he smiled politely, shrugging his shoulders as I looked him up and down once more.

"What are you looking at mate?" I turned away from the petite boy and looked back to Zayn, his eyes following where my attention fell to.

"Nothing." I said as his eyes finally settled on Louis, he was weaving through tables and sitting in a booth in the corner of the room, producing a notebook and pen from his bag. Zayn chuckled, "nothing my ass."

"What's going on there?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed, taking a sip from the ceramic mug, "well I mean you are awfully drawn to him. Very protective as well." His tone was more of a statement, almost as if he understood.

I sighed and looked back at the innocent boy once more; he had glasses perched upon his nose as he wrote out furiously, pen scrapping against the paper. "He's a sweet boy," I said, "very fragile. He has so much potential in him, but I don't think he sees it." I turned away from him, "he's just lost and after what had happened in my classroom can you really blame me that I want to protect him? I mean look at him Z," I said, lifting a hand subtly in his direction, "he's so small. I wouldn't be able to stand myself if he got hurt and there was something I could do about it."

He nodded, taking a glance at the said boy, "I know this, but H... what are you trying to do? Save him?"

"What if he needs saving?" I asked.
He sighed and shook his head, leaning back in his chair, looking pointedly between my laptop and Louis, "you can't save everyone Harry."

"I won't mind. You know I know, you'll never be mine."

Word Count: 1,418 (one thousand, four hundred and twenty)
Date Written: 15/8/15
A/n: another chapter, another day, blah blah blah... this one was relatively short, just under a thousand words. It's mostly just a filler. Can anyone figure out what Zayn and Harry meant by 'Saturday'? No? Yes? Maybe? It's very important to Harry's character and I haven't decided whether I want it to be the next chapter or the one after that. I suppose it'll happen when it does.
Rant: you don't have to read this if you don't want to... I just have a lot of shit on my chest I would like to go away. So... I am starting my tenth new school next week and I can say I am both terrified yet relieved. I live with my dad at the moment (as of this Sunday I won't be) and I decided this isn't the best environment for me... the house hold isn't very stable and as a person who can get into a lot of trouble if I don't have stability... I decided to move out and go live with my aunt in a seemingly better part of town. Now my problem is the school district. I've made a lot of mistakes and those mistakes revolved around school, my family, substances and other things. The school I'm going to is a zoned CCISD (school district) and I haven't had the best track record with them, I'm just scared and I don't know if it is a normal reaction or what... but yearyh, the plus side is I am starting work as well in a few weeks, my aunts son just moved out so I get to have his old car and what not and I can say I'm gonna work my ass off for the rest of my years in high school. I was absolutely terrified when I came home to tell my dad that I was moving out, he just sort of looked at me and was like 'kay' and didn't talk to me for the rest of the day.. which is understandable, but like... you had your chance mate, there are four other kids in the house and you can barely even talk to your own (blood) daughter about the simplest of shit. Like... after my mum kicked me out I moved in right away, I've lived here for more than a year now and we've barley had a full on conversation unless it is awkward and or forced... I can honestly say I'm just done mate...
Well... time to start over once more.
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