Broken

Chapter 7

My flat felt quiet and lonely without Harry around. I missed his sarcasm and hot smirks. It felt like he was messing with my brain, confusing me, tempting me. I could feel the electricity when he was close or touching me, there was something there that I just couldn't describe...and I loved it.

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I changed into a pair of jeans and a loose knitted jumper, deciding to dress appropriately for this weather. Leaves were scattered all over the ground, leaving tress bare and skeletal like.I knew what was waiting for me at work, a raging Dawna and a whole life lecture about responsibility and how out of order I was. Maybe she was right?

I locked the door behind me, thinking of a way to make it up to her. My hair swished behind me, my curls bouncing along.

At least Starbucks was warm inside, the strong scent of coffee and hot chocolate seemed comforting. I crept into the changing room, making sure to lock the door behind me this time. I could hear the shambles from next door as I pulled my shirt on, praying that Dawna wouldn't cause a fuss in front of everyone.

I took a deep breath before walking into complete mayhem. There was a queue at least a mile long, Dawna trying to keep up with passing hot drinks around plus cleaning tables. I felt so guilty. If looks could kill, I would have died. She waved me over and I scooted towards her, trying to score some brownie points.

"Where the hell were you?" she muttered.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking down at my worn converse boots.

She rolled her eyes, "well your here now, that's a start."

We must have made at least fifty drinks, cleared all the tables and heated 20 bacon buttys in twenty minutes of rush hour. It eventually died down and I could catch my breath...for a second anyway. A familiar figure sat in the window seat in the far corner, staring at me to get my attention. I laughed, my cheeks going pink.

"Right I'm going for my brake,'" Dawna sighed, " I think I deserve it."

She left me at the counter, throwing her apron on the floor.

"D-Dawna!" I cried.

She held her hands up and ignored me, running into the back to probably cry in a corner.

I looked back at Harry who was trying to contain his laughter, covering his mouth to hide it from me. I marched over to him with my cloth, slapping it down on the table with frustration.

"Harry!" I moaned," what are you doing here?"

"Well it is a coffee shop?" he said, shrugging his shoulders.

I slipped into the seat in front of him, tucking my head into my arms. He patted my head sympathetically, pouting cutely.

A queue of new customers formed at the counter, looking around for someone to serve them.

"Wait..." I breathed, "you could help me!"

He looked at me strangely, like it was the most idiotic idea ever.

"Me? The guy who spills coffee on a hot Starbucks employee?" he said, grinning at me.

"Yes. I mean, NO! Look will you just help me? Please?" I was close to begging.

He thought about it and nodded. I jumped up and cheered, relieved that I didn't have to do everything myself. Now I understand why Dawna was so pissed with me.

"Here," I said, throwing the apron that Dawna had thrown on the ground at him as he joined me behind the counter.

He tied it round his waist, giving me a twirl. I laughed and whipped his bum with a tea towel, the guy waiting for his coffee raising his eyebrow at me.