Unsolved Mysteries *stopped*

12. Friday

That was a horrible night. I regret telling Beth I'd come to work, because i would actually love a few hours of sleep. Like last night, i woke up around 3am, went to drink some water and fell asleep eventually again. The only difference being that i have to get up at 8am. So basically I'm forcing myself out of bed right now, swearing and cursing and in a very bad mood. I shuffle to the bathroom, then to the kitchen. After filling Chester's bowls, i make myself some cereal and check the weather: Misty in the morning, Rainy the rest of the day. I get ready for work and leave after taking Chester for a quick walk.

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The library is busy, like every Friday. I couldn't do any paperwork, instead i have to help at the counter and i have had to do lots of placing-books-in-shelves. I'm already looking forward to my lunchbreak in 20 minutes, even though i usually love my job. Currently, i am busy with checking the order that just came in behind the counter. I ordered a whole pile of new books, the ordering is always the best part of the day anyway. I check if every book arrived, whether they're the correct books and undamaged and of course that all prices are correct. When i type the details to another book of 'Shades of Gray' in the computer, I'm startled by a strangely familiar husky voice: 

"Sorry to interrupt, but can i talk to you?" 

I shoot up - nearly having a heart attack - and look at the person standing at the counter. His chocolate brown curls are falling over his forehead, he's wearing very tight jeans and a simple black v-neck. How can he wear those jeans? It's quite embarrassing that they're tighter than mine! I muster him and something is nagging at me. I know him. I definitely know him. But who is he? Noticing my stares, a smile creeps onto his lips, showing a pair of really cute dimples. Why was i not born with dimples? Life is a true bitch. Anyway, i nearly forgot he asked me a question. Hashtag Embarrassing. 

"Yes, sure. How can i help you?" 

I still don't know where i know him from, that is so irritating. Something is obviously extremely funny, because Mr. Dimples starts laughing. His laugh is really contagious, so i smile impulsively. I don't feel like laughing along though. I haven't felt like laughing since Wednesday.  

"You don't remember who i am, right?" Busted. 

"Uhm...do we know each other?" 

"I'm pretty sure we do." And that's when those dimples ring a bell. He's the dude from the pub! He's the guy i met when i was waiting for Niall. My face suddenly falls. The excitement makes place for sadness at the thought of that Night. It was the night before i found out.  

"Hey, everything alright? You're not happy to see me?" Oh, he thinks i feel bad because of him? 

"No, no. Not at all. You're Harry, right? Niall's friend?" 

"Yes, i am. So, how about that talk?" After hesitating first, i accept: 

"I've got a lunchbreak in about 15 minutes." He seems really nice and maybe he can tell me things that would make me feel better about the whole Niall-thing. I don't have the energy to fight anyway.  

"Cool. I'll wait for you here. Nice book by the way." It takes a moment for me to understand that he meant the copy of 'Shades of Gray' that is still in my left hand, so i just nod and continue working after seeing him walk away. If a certain somebody else had made that same comment, i would've probably blushed, but Harry made the comment, so i didn't of course. 

I quickly work on the rest of the books and only have a few left when Bethany taps on my shoulder. 

"Hey, shall we grab a cup of coffee in a minute?" 

"Oh, sorry, but i already told Harry we could have a talk during lunchbreak." I throw her an apologetic smile, but she waves it off with a motion of her hand while her perfectly plucked eyebrows crease together in a frown.