That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

* D a r c y *

     Wait, I can't just leave? It's almost the end of my two weeks of hard working and I can't just go because Harry told me so suddenly.

     His coat still wrapped around me, I twist to see him walk to the door.

"Hey!" I scream and instantly walk over to him. "I need to work, pay day is tomorrow, Why leave now?"

"Mary don't make me angry." His hand left the handle of the back door.

"How?" I reply with a squint of confusion. "How should I trust you?"

"Trust me?" He lifts a brow. "If you don't plan on going home then.... what size of jeans are you?" He asks. Well, I felt very offended.

"You can't-" His finger presses against my lips.

"Size. Of. Jeans." Harry took a breath at each word, sounding almost angry. Still, I feel very offended.

He takes his finger off my lips only leaving his warm touch when I answer, "S-Size 5."

     Harry says no word but, eyes drop towards my khaki skinnies. He widens his eyes quickly then they become normal almost as if he thought my jean size were too big. Well, I felt fat.

"What?" I gulp. "You asked for it."

"Oh." He says and takes me by my wrist, pulling me inside the back door.

"Harry what are you doing?" I worried because the girl co-workers might catch this hand gripping moment a new rumour to spread.

     He doesn't reply but continues to pull me more to the point where we were in people's sight. There I saw them, our co-workers surprised by this hand gripping moment. Jabby up ahead, dropping her things, in accident, to the floor while her mouth widen. Same goes to the female co-workers who saw him practically dragging me towards the pants area. Despite that I had his coat around me, they were all shocked, until we passed Jason. Yes, Jason was even stunned.

"Goody-Two-Shoes!" Jason shouts and I look at him but, Harry pulls me away.

      Jason has the strength to take me out of Harry's so called hard grip and practically makes me crash into him. I was somewhat exhausted with their constant pulling, tugging, pushing, and name calling. I am no dog to be pulling or being ordered for.

"Guys STOP." I shout, actually shout. Definition of shout: utter a loud call or cry, typically as an expression of a strong emotion.( @Via Google Search) 

      Both of them let go of me and took one step back.

"I need this job, so excuse me." I slip Harry's coat off but he jumps to keep it on. 

"Um." I give him a weird look, "I don't think your coat is part of my uniform is it?" 

"Styles is she your next victim?" Jason gives him a push and I lightly squint my eyes by his comment. 

"Next victim?" I question. 

      Harry says no word again, hoping he did but all he does is takes a turn and leaves. LEAVES. Like in movies, like in scripts in plays, like a coward. He leaves me with disappointment once again. This is why I don't get too involved with guys. Especially, the bad boys. I keep going round and round. I'm finally getting dizzy.

      Still in front of Jason, I noticed he was looking at my face, making me jerk slightly back with his long eye contact. He tries to tug Harry's coat off but, I slip my hands in the sleeves and comfortably fit in his coat. He is too skinny for his age. I BARELY even fit in this coat. Jason though, he was more bigger, more meat on his arms, legs thicker. He knew he can take out Harry in one punch.