The Girl with the Tattoo(Harry Styles Fanfic)

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The girl without the tattoo.

*The days seem long and dragged out. Life seems to offer more but nothing for me.*

24 hours before

My day usually consisted of three things. The first was waking up and taking my shower. The second was being at work. The third was going home.

I constantly followed this pattern. It never failed.

Somehow that changed. I woke up as usually and headed to work.

My boss wasn't there today which was odd since Monday mornings were quite busy for our small diner.

Maybe the storm kept her in. The wind outside is getting stronger and the temperature is beginning to drop.

I began to clean tables and wash pans for rush hour.

No one came.

I was confused and worried. We were always busy but not one customer has come in begging for our famous staked pancakes.

The silence was deafening. The static from the break room tv was on high since I attempted to hear the news from the front counter.

Then the bell rung above our door. A hooded figure walked in soaked from outside. He stood there for a awhile I couldn't see his face due to the fact that he had on a hood which covered it.

He walked over to the counter and sat down. I cleared my throat.

"Hello"

He said nothing but he did remove his hood.

He was looked to be in his early twenties and he had sort of a bad boy look to him.

I went a grabbed some water for him and sat it on the counter.

"I didn't ask for that" he whispers causing me to freeze. His voice was so smooth it gave me chills.

"I a..apologize I'm just supposed to bring water to customers who don't know what they want yet" I say back politely but he glares at me.

"I'm not a customer princess I'm a visitor!" He screams at me causing me to shut my mouth completely.

I retreat to the break room and sit there for a while hoping he would leave soon or whoever he's looking for would show up and take him.

My hopes were let down when he began knocking on the door.

"Hey princess I would like some pancakes" he said through the door.

I wiped my apron and went to the kitchen and fixed them up.

I got a closer look at the guy too. He had curly hair and his skin was almost flawless. His eyes were a strange shade but I could get close enough to see them.

My face was beat red and my heart was pumping 4x the amount of blood I usually need.

"Who are you visiting.." I managed to whisper from behind the counter.

"An old friend"

"Who"

"Does it matter..." Yes actually it does I wanted to say.

"No but I -

"It doesn't matter!" he interrupts me and leaves to seat at a booth not to far from where I am.

What crawled it up his butt?

Finally finishing the pancakes I walk over to the booth and sit across from him and he looks at me sideways.

"I thought we could share" I managed to say grabbing the two plates I brought with me.

"Who said I was sharing with you"?he said in a cold tone which gave me chills.

"What's your name"

"That's none of your business" and this time a stare at him.

"Considering we are going to be here for the next couple of hours I think I should at least know your name." I say with a smile.

"and why in the world would I be here for a couple of hours ?"

"Maybe because the snow outside is halfway up the door"

He turns around and looks for the first time at the snow that has fallen and looks back at me.

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Hey guys this is the second short story I'm writing!

I will correct any errors soon.

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