That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six




* H a r r y *


"I cannot believe this." My mum wiped a tear away from her face.

"Mum." I set my hands on my knees while I sat on my bed, then continued to tie my new black boots. "If I see you cry one more time, I won't go." I chuckle.

"Okay! Okay!" She desperately wiped the remainder of her tears away. "I'll wait over in the living room."

I big loud puff escaped my mouth as I leant on the edge of my bed, rubbing my hands over my hair out of frustration. Going to that St. Augustine church for the first time since, Melanie's funeral and I never felt so stiff in my life.

Going there will be slight torture, like a kaleidoscope of memories all captured from the times we use to do, the fun we use to have together; but confidently I stand. I fix my hair and walk out my door.

*~*

When we arrived at the beautiful church, my mother guided me towards the entrance because she knew I'd walk out. Maybe, I will but, I don't know why I wanted to go in the first place.

My eyes wondered around the people around me, dipping their fingers into the holy water at the door. Suddenly I was getting closer and closer at the door at the entrance.

'Come on in MR bad boy, don't be shy!' Melanie's sweet cheerful voice echoed into my brain. I bit my lips as hard as I can to illuminate the memory. 'Harry, I'm only helping you.' I can see her pout when she first lead me to church. I bit my lips harder. 'You made it in! Congrats!' Then I heard her giggle in my head. I couldn't take it, I just couldn't-

"It's been a long time I haven't seen you." There my eyes stop to Father John, our priest that Melanie always talked about and introduced me to. "Welcome back."

His soft, yet wrinkly hands touch mine and shook it. A big lump of saliva piled in at the back of my throat. My eyes darted behind me, the side of me, and down where the priest had his hand. I tried my best believable grin but, I couldn't.

"I..I... Excuse me." I turn to leave the place. My mother screamed out my name in the background but, I ignored each and every yelp. I can't bare to be there.

Once I made it to my car, I got so angry, fuming with rage. My intensive action made my eyes watery. Silently, alone in my car, I begin to weep, so silent, tears gliding down my cheeks.

MELANIE, I miss her. Her images in my head have left me in tears, how I loved that girl. My eyes leer over to the big church where people were already inside. I am left unsaid, drowned in sadness, but I shall not weep no more.

I beat the wheel and right when I turn my car on, my head lifts to see a familiar girl I know, Darcy. She ran who knows where but in a back door.

'Go sit inside.' I reheard Melanie's voice in an echo of my flashback. 'I need to go with my church choir' My hand reached up to my shoulder right when I remember when she pushed me gently. I couldn't take the memories, this is what I was afraid of, crying once again for my beautiful, Melanie.

*~*

* D a r c y *

Today in church was beautiful, I got to sing with my church choir again without directing the kinds and men.

Jason was by my side as we walked down the stairs that lead to the parking lot.

"Yesterday was perfect." I shyly say. "Thanks for warning me about Harry."

"It's all because I care for my new girlfriend." He beams.

For some reason, I felt warm and fuzzy inside. This was my first relationship and I am loving every single minute of it.

"It is so rare for me." I blush.

"Darcy." I hear a British lady voice. "This might sound absurd but, may you give me a lift to my home because Harry came then he left so suddenly."

Anger filled into me by the ring of his British name. I couldn't possibly take it on Anne. She is by far the nicest.

Before I can say anything, "I'll take you." Jason spoke.

The look on Anne's face wasn't so pleasing, it was somewhat of a are-you-kidding-me face.

"She is my neighbor." I cut in and her face seemed relived. "I'll take her."

"Thank you!" She chirps and looks for my car.

"That's Harry's mum." Jason whispers in between his teeth.

"She is the sweetest." I pat his shoulder. "See you later." My lips quickly kiss his and head towards Anne.

"Bye!" He shouts behind me and I wave goodbye, throwing him a kiss.

*~

As we drove down to out house, Anne sorta stayed silent, and slightly fiddled with her fingers.

"Are you okay?" I quickly look over to her. "Anne?"

"Just a bit worried." She smiled lightly. "Harry came to church."

My heart dropped by this, Harry? No, he can possibly try this hard to get me.

"And what happened?" I asked to let her mind be said.

"He was actually pretty happy to go, but then sort of left. Poor baby." She exclaims, rubbing her hands together.

She loved Harry so much but had no idea what he has done. The fact that he came was wonderful, but he still a horrible person. I can't bare to face him anymore, nor will I ever.

"He is probably home." I rub her shoulder. "Don't worry."

When we arrive, she sighs of relief as we see Harry's car parked on the driveway.

"You should come in." She smiles.

I couldn't lie, I have lied too much. "Okay."

She opened her door, then a pair of arms were wrapped around Anne so suddenly. The sound of weeping and sniffs were instantly heard upon my ears.

"Mum." I heard the weeping boy.



Harry.

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HAPPY NEW YEARS!! It's 12:17 AM and I am 18 on January 3rd!

Yes... I will be 18.
JANUARY 3RD (keep in mind) <3