Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 31

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Harry is a lost case and his insecurities always get the best of him. I don't get how but they just do, he dives into trouble and would say the shittiest thing that comes to his mind without even realizing what the other might be going through. I shake my head as I walk back into the diner and straight to the kitchen, catching a few people's attention as I pace towards it. I just want to be left alone and think, and maybe find a reason why he is the way he is. 

I sit on the floor resting my head on the wall behind me, I know someone, anyone would be walking into the kitchen right now, kneeling to my level, hugging me and asking me what went wrong. But right now, that's the last thing I want, all I need right now is a chick flick, a big basket of ice cream, a huge comfy couch and maybe some better and baggy trousers with one of my biggest shirt. The thought of wearing a big shirt carries me back to the thought of Harry; he's the only guy in my life right now. I don't have my Dad around me; he wasn't even around while I grew up. 

But, my mother...oh my mother. I haven't called my mother since forever. She hasn't called me either, which is driving me insane and the panic is rushing all over my nerves. I take my phone out and dial the digits which I obviously know by heart. I bite my nails as the rings gets longer and longer, if my mother was around right now, she would slap the back of my hand telling me to stop and probably yelling at me to not develop such bad habits. 

I sigh, taking the phone off my ear as it goes to voicemail. I was too tired to leave a message. The sound of someone's footsteps makes me step on my feet again; I look around the door and see a handsome man walking in. 

"Miss Davis.", he greets me as I nod at my boss. Connor. 

"Hey Connor." 

Connor folds his hands across his chest, "How are you?" 

"Holding up just fine.", I groom my apron and sigh, "The printing machine needs some fixing.", I point to it. 

Connor nods, "Anything else you want to talk about?" 

Oh, you mean my fucked up emotions, the sinking feeling in my heart, the fact that my mother isn't picking my call, Harry's words echoing inside my head, over and over again, Jackson's breakup and the anger building inside of me because of all this? Nah, I'll pass. 

"No, nothing, why would you say that?" 

Connor almost chuckles, "I don't know, the way you ran into the kitchen." 

I shake my head and let out a laugh, "I had...I had to pee." 

Connor finally lets out the suppressed laugh and sighs, "You have a huge list of excuses, and you have a lot of things inside your little brain." 

I nod and grin at him, "Yeah, I do." 

The phone rings and I jump at the ring, I raise my eyebrows at Connor as he smiles and nods at me, giving me the permission. I put the phone to my ear pressing the answer button, finally glad to see my mother's picture flashing on my screen. 

"Mom, hey!", I beam at the fact that she's still there. 

My mother is the most important person in my life, she is the reason I am here in this diner serving people, because if she had given up on me, I wouldn't be able to stay strong and come up such a long way.