Waiting For Love

In The Afternoon

For the past few days I've been completely ignoring Harry. I swear, directioners know everything. They've caught up on what happened with me and Harry, it seemed to have spread like wildfire. Right now, I'm despised by the media. Apparently, Harry hasn't been acting himself lately and it's all my fault?

I fiddle with my bag, desperately searching for my keys. I finally found them and unlocked my car. I drove out of the car park and towards the direction of the bakery. It's been three days since that little argument with Harry. It was stupid, but, the things he said did hurt me. I do admit, I think I was a little drunk.

I parked in front of my workplace just like I did in the previous days. Everything seemed to be so dull, so boring now. I hopped out of the car and slammed the door shut before heading inside the shop. Holly stared at me with a startled look on her face.

"Jasmine, you can't keep doing this." She said, holding a small washcloth in her hand.

"Doing what!?" I snapped, instantly regretting my volume, "I'm sorry, Holly.. Things have been-"

She drops the cloth onto a bench and walks towards me.

"Tough. Things have been tough." She said, finishing my sentence.

"Yeah, well I better get to work." I say walking away from her to behind the counter.

"Jas," she says, stopping me in my tracks, "he will come back for you."

I weakly smiled and nodded feebly. I knew that wasn't likely. We probably won't talk to one another in a long time.

I shook the distracting thoughts out of my head and continued to work. Customer after customer came pouring in, orders became abundant. Hours past before the rush of customers ended. I saw Natalie appear from the kitchen, covered in flour and smelling like fresh bread.

"I've been in the back for most of the day." She smiles, explaining why I haven't seen her, "I'm going to close up in five, ok?"

I nodded my head in agreement and watched her walk into the employees' bathroom to change.

I put away my black apron and began to wash down the tables. Suddenly, I heard the door being pushed open. Who'd come this late, at closing time?

I spun around, dropping my washcloth onto the floor.

"Harry what are you doing here?" I asked softly, tears were becoming apparent in my eyes.

"I came to apologize." He replies, a stern look on his face.

"Harry," Derek pleads, approaching him, "you better leave."

Harry ignores Derek and starts to walk towards me. I took a step backwards as Derek watched us with wide eyes. It felt good to have someone here with us. I heard Harry gets violent when he's angry.

"She kissed me, she jumped on me! She bit my lip, I swear I don't know who she was." He says, his face becoming red with anger. I can see where she bit him, it seemed to be healing nicely. I looked down, causing salty liquid to drip from my eyes.

"How can I trust you? You don't even trust me." I reply, my voice cracked towards the end.

"I didn't know what I was saying. Just believe me." He tells me calmly, moving closer towards me. I look into his pale green eyes as he presses me onto the table without even touching me. His eyes were hypnotizing.

"Harry, please. I'm not comfortable." I begged. I cried and tried to push him away with my hands. All of a sudden, he grabs my wrist stopping me from my attempts of pushing him away.

"Don't do this to me, don't block me out Jasmine. We had something." He whispers, his words came out like silk, soft yet strong. I pull my wrist away from his grip and run away to behind the counter, frantically grabbing my bag. Harry stands there and licks his pink lips. I can tell he's slightly annoyed.