elysian - hariana

0.1 - the starting point

harry

I still remember when I first saw her, she was so clumsy, dropping a tray full of glasses. Her face stunned, petrified almost with the hint of fear in her eyes. I remember the manager calling her in, and me hearing the yelling from a small wooden door. She came out mumbling curses under her breath. I couldn't help it as a smile began to spread across my face.

She bent down, starting to clean the mess she made. I hurriedly walked towards her, bending myself down as well as I help her. "Be careful, you might hurt yourself.", I said, while I smiled up at her. Her gaze was fixed on the ground, that made a frown form on my lips. "It's okay, sir. I'll clean this up. Please enjoy your coffee.", she immediately excused herself, sending me a small smile before she was gone.

And now, I'm placing my attention on a lady who is gracefully serving countless amounts of orders, opposite to her first day. I sat on my everyday corner, ordering the same thing over and over again. Not once was I served by her, and it's making me upset. Her hair was gliding everywhere as she serves her assigned orders.

I smiled at the sight of her before looking back down at my journal. I began to repeatedly draw my pencil across one of the pages, sketching her long, gorgeous hair. I bit the end of my pencil, staring back at her, gazing upon her lips. Oh, how kissable they seem. I sluggishly start to sketch her lips, grinning as I make sure to perfect it.

Her tiny body passes by my table, and just as I was about to call her, she was already speeding off. Another chance lost. I had finished everything, every little feature of her face in my small sketch, except for one specific part, her eyes. God, her eyes were always the most difficult to draw, for I had never looked into them long enough to be able to sketch them perfectly.

I sighed at my drawing, only to jump a moment later as a hand smacked down on the table where I sat. I looked up to find Beatrice staring down at me. Beatrice was the one that usually served me instead of Ariana. She enjoys talking to me, and I enjoy talking to her, even though she was very nosy. Beatrice was also beautiful. Fair skin, great smile, blue eyes and brunette hair, but she could never amount to Ariana.

"What are you doing?", Beatrice asks me with a smile as she tries to take a peek at my drawing of Ariana. I slammed my journal close before she could. Beatrice rolls her eyes at me before plopping down across from me on the second chair at the table. "So, any plans Harold?", Beatrice asks, her chin already on the palm of her hand, awaiting for my answer. "Not so far, Bee. I seem pretty unplanned for the week.", Beatrice nods in response. "What about Rick? Didn't you say you were going to hang out with him or whatever?", Beatrice responded, lifting her chin from the palm of her hand. "He cancelled, oddly enough. Said he had important business to attend to.", I shrugged, smiling at her. "Oh, that sucks.", Beatrice said, I nodded, looking down at the table. That's when the door opened and the most annoying voice called out. "Hello, everyone, I'm back for my daily cup of coffee, the most important part of my day!", this was Lance. He came here as often as me, except he was much more annoying.

He sat at his usual table, yes, one next to mine which made it even more irritating. "Lance is so annoying, I swear. He thinks that everyone likes him in his shop, and it just irritates me.", Beatrice chuckles, rolling her eyes playfully at me. "I don't like Lance either..", the following words she said, I had no more attention to. My gaze was fixed upon Ariana, who was making her way towards me. The lady I have admired for months is walking towards where I was sitting.

Before I could stand, and talk to her, I realized she wasn't walking in my direction, but she was walking towards Lance's. This pissed me off even more. How does Lance have Ariana to serve him and I'm stuck with Beatrice. I have no problem with her, she's lovely, but never once has Ariana ever served me.

"Hello fair lady, you look absolutely exquisite today.", my face began to contort in anger as Lance continued to flirt with Ariana. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned to look over a Beatrice who was smirking at me. "You okay, there?", Beatrice asked me with a laugh. I bit my lower lip, chewing it in between my lips nervously. I could feel my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. "No, just got a leg cramp.", she chuckles, shaking my head. "Sure.", she says, obviously not content with my answer. "Anyways, I have to go and serve more costumers before my boss catches me sitting with one. I'll see you tomorrow, Harry.", I smile and bid my farewell towards her as she exits my table.

I stare back at Lance's table to see Ariana taking down his orders before she was off in a second. I narrowed my eyebrows at him, a fixed glare on my face. "Oh hey, Harry! Anything wrong, mate?", he smirks, looking over towards me. I shake my head and turn around to avoid him, wow, he was disturbing.

I opened up my journal, staring at my image so far, feeling merry and content. The effigy was so captivating to me. I shut my journal, placing it on my hand as I turn around to see Ariana serving Lance his order. I frown, before I fix up my mess, getting up and tidying up my clothes.

I should really go now, mum and Gemma might be looking for me. I tuck in my chair, making my way towards the exit, but before I could have even left, my body was bumped into a tiny figure. I bent down to help the body I had slammed into, to be met by familiar eyes being locked onto mine.

Ariana.

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hellooo i'm pretty new at this stuff!!!

i hope you enjoy this story, i'm working very hard on it

credits to my friend -adulation  for being a big help in this