Artifice

Pigs Fly

Harry's POV (to spice it up a bit &I I genuinely don't know if this is any good so far but I'm mostly writing it to keep myself entertained)

"Liam I'm going to go crazy!" My left hand pulled at the knots in my hair that I was willing to just cut off at this point. "She's going to make me work for another chance."

Liam scoffed on the sofa with a beer in his hands while watching a football game.

Why couldn't I be him. The lucky asshole had his whole life planned out and here he was chilling with no worries, while I couldn't even get the girl.

"What are you going to do?" He asked. He was half in the conversation and half paying attention to the game.

"I'm going to go to her damn job and try to convince her I'm Prince Charming or some shit." I blew out a cloud of smoke and let it vanish in the air.

I really had no idea what to do, besides now I never had to pursue woman, they naturally came to me and I was beyond grateful for how easy it was.

"Maybe you should really give up on this girl, like for good not for a week or a month." He took a drag from the blunt.

"No."

"Don't you think you've taken this way too far, for someone like you I would've never guessed you'd take something so serious."

"I'm not giving up. I need some cologne." I ran to my room grabbing the first bottle and spraying my entire body then taking out a piece of gum from a pack on my drawer to mask the smell of cannabis.

I didn't bother announcing to Liam I was leaving, he was too stoned to care.

The weather today was extra cold and nasty. Living in London, I have many memories of horrible weather but New York seemed worse. Maybe it was my mind that had this illusion that America would provide better weather or that I haven't been in England in so long I forgot how dreadful it was.

I decided to drive down to the Cafe where I met Eva so many weeks ago after the day we first saw each other. I didn't really have a plan, neither did I think through what I would do if she wasn't working but I went anyways.

To my luck, once I reached the store and looked inside she was at the cashier helping out a middle aged man.

I walked in, immediately feeling a wave of welcoming warmth. She spotted me and sneakily ducked behind the counter.

Seriously? I coughed, trying to mask the laugh that was wanting to escape my lungs.

"Hello?" I was standing on the other side of the counter now, looking down at her body crunched over.

She peeked up, noticing she was caught her body jumped up. "Hi, what can I get you?" A painful smile was on her lips.

"Eva,"

"Our hot chocolate is fantastic." She continued.

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and a hideous visor was above it.

"Besides the hot chocolate, what would you suggest?" I wanted to hear her talking, even if it was about beverages.

"Since it's winter, you wouldn't want something cold or two overpowering. Maybe a caramel latte? You seem like the latte type of guy." She shifted, I could tell she was uncomfortable by me being here.

It's been two days since the day I came knocking at her doorsteps, practically begging for a second chance. She slammed the door in my face and my ego might forever be scarred. Ever since, I've tried calling and texting her a decent amount of times, I didn't want to be too pushy, though I did try approaching her roommate to get her to help me but it didn't work. She fussed to me how I was a total jerk and didn't deserve Eva.

She infuriated me, how innocent she acted all the time and how conserved she was. She was so strong headed and stubborn but I was growing more and more fond of her with every time we'd meet.

"How so?" I asked, wondering how she could possibly tell how I preferred my coffee.

"I don't know, it was just a guess." She shrugged and proceeded to check me out, but not the checking I wanted her to be doing.

"When do you get off?" I asked when she finished with another customer.

"Harry, I'm working."

Christ.

"Just tell me when." I insisted.

"7"

"I'll see you at your apartment at 8, be ready." I was definitely being persistent.

"Okay." She said.

Is she serious? I think I might've just seen a pig in a tutu flying.