Remember Us? // Larry Au

Ch.3

The next morning seems to pass by unbelievably slowly, Harry just returned from his jog with Zayn. A part of him is confused as to how fast Zayn has turned accepting of homosexuality, and that he has a child. How could he not know about this? Why didn't he know that the child was two years old now?

He makes himself ready to do some laundry, after he has read the notes, he saw the need for new socks. Harry isn't as confused as yesterday, he doesn't know what he felt at that time. But today feels much better if its even possible for him to know.

What made him particularly happy today was the new folder he found on his bed table, the folder called "Love Interest."

He has apparently seen a very handsome guy working in the new coffee shop from across the dry washing place. He has his voice recorded on his recorder, from when he asked what they would like to order. And his voice is nothing but angelic.

Harry doesn't remember his face, which makes it so much harder. But the feelings are there and it is so weird to feel things for a person that you don't know you met.

"I feel like a proper grown man," Harry records, "I'm doing laundry and cooking food for myself in my house."

He walks around the house in his boxers only, waiting for the drier to be done. So that he can fold the last pile of clothes, he's getting tired already.

He has planned to go back to work in the flower store. They don't open until 10 in the morning so he calculates that he has time to go eat too. Or maybe he's just going to eat in hopes to see the face of the angelic voice. The voice that has been haunting him this whole morning.

• • •

"Can I help you?"

This is definitely not the voice he was expecting to hear, and definitely not anywhere near the face he has painted in his mind. No this is not the Angel he has promised himself to see today.

"Can I have a coffee please?"

The man on the other side of the counter was slightly bearded, with hair styles up into a quiff. Harry felt his Gaydar blinking furiously, this man is definitely not straight.

"Milk? Sugar? What would you like to eat with your coffee?" The man asked, he looked so bored and Harry's mood only got worse.

"Black coffee please, and nothing to eat with it."

Harry tried to look for someone behind the man, but he couldn't see anyone. However he saw a name tag on the mans shirt, which said Nick. Well Nick is a Dick.

Harry had to wait by the counter for his coffee, he could have been sitting down and waiting. But the man told him to wait, who does that?

"Here you go," A bored Nick said, nudging the plate with a single cup on. Harry contemplated on wether he should take the cup only, or take the plate with it. He decided on taking the plate as well after he payed, and he turned around looking for a table.

He was feeling a little disappointed, was he at the wrong place? No he couldn't be. Why didn't he hear the angelic voice? Why is he so unlucky? Why couldn't he just remember?

Harry didn't notice the tray trembling in his grip, he was thinking too hard. It was a second away from falling all over the floor.

And
It
Did

The hot coffee spilled on Harry's jeans, and the warm beverage burned his fingers. The cup shattered on the floors of the place, and Harry had no time to think.

Suddenly he was surrounded by people, the workers of the restaurant were asking he was okay.

"What happened here?!"