through the window // larry stylinson

chapter two

chapter two

 

I woke with a start. To my disbelief, I had actually been dreaming about him. And not a wet dream like I had several nights out of the week. No, this had been a dream about us taking a picnic to the park, holding hands, the usual gross couple stuff.

Was that really what I wanted?

No, one night stands were my thing. And I left before the guy woke up. No strings attached. It was so easy. And I never got my heart broken.

Shoving all thoughts of him out of my head, I got out of bed and looked at the clock. It was 8:35, meaning I only had a couple minutes to get ready before I had to head down to the law firm, as it was Monday.

Running into the bathroom, I styled my curls into a nice quiff.

Then I hurriedly put on one of my suits, light grey with a lavender tie, and pulled on my nice, shiny Louis Vuittons.

I grabbed my briefcase, wallet, and cell phone, before sprinting out of the apartment building and into my Range Rover.

~at the law firm~

I walked into the front doors of Williamson & Wyatt, winking at the pretty secretary. I watched as she almost fainted.

I laughed to myself. As if she had a chance. Sorry sweetie, I like penis.

“Hey, Harry.” I heard a voice say. I turned around and saw my co-worker Josh, grinning. *a/n: as in the drummer*

“Oh… Hullo, Josh.” I had known for months that he had a crush on me. He was cute, but there was something about him that put me off. I guessed he just wasn’t my type. I couldn’t blame him for being seduced by my curls.

“So, have you finished with that murder case yet?” He asked.

“Yeah, thank god. Turns out that the wife did it… with a kitchen knife.”

“Wow… didn’t see that one coming, huh?” He said sarcastically.

I sat down at my desk. “Yeah.” I laughed without humor. “Well, I should probably get to work…” I hinted.

“Yeah, me too.” He walked away.

I sighed in relief. “Time to get to work.” I said to myself.

~lunchtime break~

I went to my usual cafe for lunch, Le Fournil. It was a lovely place, with exceptional food. I walked inside, and a waitress greeted me.

“Oh, Mr. Styles! Shall I get you your table by the window?” She asked. I saw her here most days. Her name was Margaret. She had curly, champagne-colored hair. A very nice girl. *a/n side pic> :)*

“That would be fantastic, thank you.” I replied with a smile.

She hurried off to get the table ready. I liked Margaret because she didn’t seem to be in love with me as a lot of girls that I met were.

In a minute she was back. “This way, Mr. Styles.” I followed her.

I had always sat at this exact table since I started coming. It had a perfect view of downtown London.

She handed me a menu and poured water into a glass, then left me to pick something to eat.

I took a sip from the cup as I looked around the restaurant. I almost choked when I saw a familiar boy sitting at a table across the room.

I couldn’t believe it. Why the hell was he here?

Like a fifteen year-old spying on her crush, I put my menu in front of me so he wouldn’t see me.