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My shift is over in about an hour and then I'll be set off for home and then to meet up with Harry.
When I asked Harry about what he had planned he just said "don't worry about it" and that "it's a surprise" so I'm not quite sure about what he has planned. He also told me to wear or bring along comfortable clothes. Any chance I get to wear comfortable clothes, I'm taking it.
As I finishing putting an unwanted receipt in the little garbage below me I feel someone's presence and I look up.
"Hey, what can I get fo- oh hi." I smile and I'm a little shocked. It's Harry.
"Hello, gorgeous." He leans over the counter in between us and kisses my lips.
"What're you doing here?" I laugh. "Oh! Was I supposed to meet you earlier? I'm sorry!"
"No, no." He laughs at how nervous I am. If I did, I didn't mean to mix up times. "I just came to say hello. I kind of missed you."
"I kind of missed you, too." Cute how we miss each other and it's been less than twenty four hours.
"It smells like coffee in here." He takes a giant sniff and begins to smirk.
"Wow, I wouldn't ever think that a coffee shop smells like coffee!"
"Neither would I!" He laughs.
An older woman is standing behind Harry and he excuses himself but luckily James comes to my side and takes her order, leaving myself to walk out of the station and onto the side. Maybe I'll take a quick little break.
"I like your apron, love." Harry eyes me up and down as I step in front of him.
"Why thank you." I smile and lean up on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.
"We can step outside if you want." I tell him.
"It doesn't matter." He smiles and puts his hand around my waist.
We end up walking outside and towards his car and I end up leaning against it and Harry ends up putting his hands on each of my sides.
"Oh, I got you something." He remembers and pulls away from my body, walking over to the other side of his car and leaning in to grab something. I turn my body and watch his actions. I can hear some type of paper rattling.
"You didn't have to get me anything, Harry."
He didn't.
"I know, but I wanted to. Plus it's nothing big, actually. Close your eyes." He says and walks back over to my side.
"Open." I can hear the smile in my voice.
It's a dozen white roses.
"Harry." Is all I can say as he hands me the beautiful flowers.
"It's nothing. I just remember you saying that you always wanted a guy to get you a dozen white roses and I figured I'm a guy and I know where there's a few floral shop." He laughs.
"No, but I love it." I smile. "Thank you so much."
I grab the back of his neck and lightly pull down as I lean up to give him a kiss. A thank you, passion filled kiss.
I let my tongue slip through his lips first for a change and then I remember we're not too far from my job, and I pull away.
"Thank you so much." I tell him again.
I always wanted a boy to get me a dozen white roses because I think it's original. Original and romantic. Original in the way that it's not a red rose nor is it a mixture of flowers or a couple of daisies. Romantic in the way that it's roses. Roses to me represent passion and desire, love and lust. A few things I wish to feel about a guy who feels the same.
