It was cold. Just as freezing as this morning, if not more. I guess that’s England for you, there are not well known for great weather. My toes went numb as I realized flip-flops might not have been the best choice of footwear. It balanced out though. My gold hair was tied back into a bun, a sweater covered over my leggings and I sat down on the front porch of the cottage, waiting, for Harry.
Finally at quarter past, he showed. His hair just as messy and clothes just as disheveled as usual, but it looked good on Harry. He walked down the path, meeting me halfway. He smiled politely nodding his head to the road, “Shall we?” He asked. I grinned as he pushed me forward moving me along.
What was this? A date? I doubt it. He looked dressed to sleep and sure didn’t seem to have much interest in me. As we walked, and chatted, he kept pulling out his phone, checking it constantly. Always one step ahead of me. I remembered this walk. I had done it before.
“Are we going to the bakery?” I asked.
“It’s supposed to be a surprise!” He said annoyed and slurring his s’ to sound like a z.
“You aren’t planning on showing me your baking skills are you?”
“No exactly…”
He took out a pair of keys from his pocket, inserting them into the wooden door before us. He kicked the door open with some force. “My key is kind of faulty.” He stated. We walked in to a darkened room, only dim light flew in from outside. Harry switched on the lights and one by one they staggered on.
“Tada!” He said clearly seemingly proud.
“What?” I asked, very confused at what he was showing me. All the chairs were stacked on the tables, all the mugs were put away, it was all clean and calm.
“You said you wanted to know me right? Well, this is how.” He grabbed 5 tea cups and one by one placed them on the table.
“You’re making me coffee?” I asked sitting down at one of the bar stools.
“Better than that”
I raised my eye brows at him in disbelief. He just laughed slightly, his eyes closing but still staring at me. Without hesitation he threw one of the cups in the air. I let out a yelp is shock. He quickly caught it with the other hand flipping it down onto the table once more, and then continuing down the line of cups doing different patterns of throwing and catching. Once he had finished he looked up at me beaming. My mouth had fallen wide open. I stood up from my seat and started clapping. He bowed a little waving for me to settle down, in a joking manner.
“How is that- Why do you- you uh… with the cups?” I stammered in confusion.
“Yeah, you get bored around here when business is slow. I’ve been doing it since I was, uh, ten I think.”
“You’ve been working here since you were ten!”
“Yeah over the summers and stuff, you know when schools not in the way.”
Just then the door flew open, reveling a tall man I now recognized.
“Hey it’s uhhhh… M-Kae!” Logan stood in the door way with what seemed to be a guitar slung over his back, and a bottle of vodka resting in his hands. He felt completely comfortable entering the building and making himself at home. As we entered I saw there were others still waiting.
In came the other three members of this pack. The ones I could remember from only a few nights before. Chris, Tyler and Caroline walked in with a similar ease. “Hit me up mate.” Tyler said, flipping over one of Harry’s cups having Logan poor the Vodka.
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Our Summer Stories
Fanfic“What- what did I do?” I was petrified. “Nothing,” he turned to face me again, “I am so sorry Kae, I shouldn’t have done that, it was so stupid!” He hit himself in the face, with shame. “Why should you be sorry?” I was offended to see he didn’t want...
