That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

WARNING: Jason is mentioned. again

P l a y the video on the side, while reading. BLESSED BE THAT MAID MARY (Think of Harry)

* D a r c y *

        My hand gripped my phone, extremely tight, but I still held on. He was waiting for an answer, a specific and clear answer. The hearing of his heavy foot taps made me nervous, tap after tap, of impatience through the line.

'My lips seem to be left untouched Harry?' I fist my hand shut, squeezing my eyes tight because of that lie, but managed to sound so calm.

      I've never felt so bad because of lying before. Harry deeply chuckled, again hearing some ruffles sounds.

'Mary.' His accents deepened. 'Don't lie to me.'

     My heart ached, mood have become filled with despair. I wanted to whimper, better yet my eyes became blurry.

'You don't believe me?' My lips have become numb and shaky because of my hard lip bite.

'Not that I don't, I am just asking you.'

     I can tell he was irritated at the other end of his phone. Which brought me to wonder.

'Harry..'

He stood silent but I continued.

'Why is he so unacceptable?'

      I heard his deep frustrated sigh and the line went cut, slowly I slipped it off my phone away from my ear. Why is Jason so ruinous? Why is Harry so caring of this? If he is as well as imperfect. Why him, why them?

     My finger pushed redial, but it went straight into voicemail and no matter how much I tried, he wouldn't answer. I gave up minutes after, and changed to go to work. Today was my cousins, aunts and uncles last day here so I had to wish them a safe drive back to further in illinois.

     It was sad when I left but, they can't live here forever. If only.

     My drive to work was slightly laging because of little traffic in the freeway. I sat there hearing the choir holiday station and Carol of the Bells came on! It gets me hyped because this is such a popular choral song everyone loves to hear when it's Christmas.

      I sang the second part harmony instead of the soprano since I knew all three or four parts. It was relaxing and heard about three choir songs while on my way to my parking spot at Sears.

     Harry smoking, is the first thing I see that brings me attention when I park. I slam my door shut in anger, and he notices but keeps his stare short. My pace becomes quick, grab his cigarette, throw it on the concrete floor and jump up and down at that once usable cigar. I look up at Harry who's mouth big and surprised.

"What... the..  fuck.. Mary?" He paused at each word.

"That can kill you! Will you quit it! Since day one Harry! It's been almost a month of me being here, seeing you do this only reminds me of-" I stop my words while my mouth stayed open.

      Harry looked at me, just stared at me as I stayed emotionless.

     My father, the one who who taught me how to play fight. My father, the one who taught me how to play any sport. My father, the one who spoiled me with unnecessary gifts. My father, the one who changed because of drinking and drugs. My father, who was addicted to smoking, everyday, at any moment. My father, that was diagnosed with lung cancer. My father.