Resolution

Five : Saffron

Five : Saffron

I didn’t get to sleep that night. Harry Styles wanted my number. Harry Styles. I’d been so angry just before I bumped into him. I’d been to see dad and we got into yet another argument over nothing. But then I came across Harry and when I saw him, everything seemed to fade away. I think it was the shock. What were the odds, right?

He seemed angry too with his eyebrows creased downwards. I just wanted to wipe the little frown line away. He looked the same when he was angry as to when he was thinking about something, I realised that when I put how he was yesterday to how he was when I first met him. It was interesting.

But he'd asked for my number. I was hesitant, sure, but I was also excited. I didn't know how this would play out. What I did know though, was that I could use a friend over here. I didn’t really have anyone. I fell out of contact with everyone when I moved to Paris. I didn’t want anything reminding me of my old life.

I hated to admit it, but I was phone watching when I went into work the next morning. I'd been there a week and I was loving it. I didn’t care I was fetching coffee practically all day – although I could imagine the novelty wearing off soon – but I was working and that was the main thing. 

I had a stupid grin on my face the whole drive to work and when I signed in, I took the lift up to the sixth floor, still with the smile on my face. The company worked on the top six floors so of course I was on the bottom one of said floors. As I walked through the rows of cubicles, I checked my phone to see if Harry had texted. He hadn't and I wondered how long guy code allowed a boy to wait before he could text.

I approached my little box desk in the corner and dropped my things. Next to me, in a cubicle bigger than mine, Sophie popped her head over the small wall separator. "Morning babe."

"Hey Soph," I replied happily. Sophie was the PA to one of the designers and she was the only one to be completely nice to me since I started here. She was a couple years older than I was and helped me with the ins and outs of the company.

She gestured to my desk. "You have a lot of errands to run this morning. You better get on it."

I sifted through the notes, cringing when I realised some of them had been here since 6am and built up over the two hours I wasn't here. As I grabbed my bag, I contemplated coming in a bit earlier so I wouldn't have such a build-up of jobs. 

For the rest of the day, I fetched coffee, lunches and dry-cleaning. When I finished at four, I was tired and keen to go home. I still didn't have a text from Harry and I tried to let myself not be bothered.

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The next day was the same, except I went in at seven to get on top of my work. It made things easier but the day after that, I went in at six and I didn't have a backlog of jobs so in a way, it did make it easier despite the longer hours. But the one thing that played on my mind the whole time was the fact there was still no text from Harry. My hopes were wavering. 

On the Thursday, I went into the office and I didn't have any jobs waiting for me so I sat down and ate my bagel. My phone sat on my desk and I couldn't help but stare at it. Sophie popped her head over and noticed what I was doing. "Waiting for a call?"

"A text really," I admitted. "I gave this guy my number a few days ago and he hasn't text yet."

Sophie scrunched up her face. "We all know what that means."

I shrugged my shoulders. "You don't understand though, he wouldn't willingly give his number out so it doesn't make sense for him to do so and not text."