Teenage Dirtbag // hs fan-fiction (au)

Chapter 8.

a little copper bell chimes as I open the door, and the scent of coffee beans intensifies.

Tables of people talking amongst themselves fill the place. A couple people sit, sipping on their coffee with their MacBooks, typing away at what I would guess is poetry.

I always kind of wanted to be that kind of person, a poet, a blogger, like a tumblr girl.

I never made the cut though. I wasn't pretty enough, or good enough at poetry, or taking can-did photos. My room was never full of pictures and painted all pretty, I didn't have a Polaroid and I didn't have Christmas lights up in my room.

It's a lifestyle that clearly wasn't for me.

The copper bell rings again and I turn around to look, a young man with a two other young men behind him come in through the door.

The one in front has dark curly hair that mops over his face, he's looking down, I can't see what he looks like but I'm assuming from what I can see is that he is pretty handsome.

The man to his right has brown hair as well, it sticks out in every direction. He has crystal blue eyes and skinny pink lips, also a nose ring. He's gorgeous.

The boy to his left has blonde hair, it's in a quiff and he also has blue eyes. He has skinny lips as well and his eyes are full of happiness as he laughs at something the other blue eyed one says.

"Harry, mate. What are you waiting for, order."

The blue eyed one with brown hair speaks to the one with curly hair.

"One second dammit."

The curly haired one curses, then looks up, right into my eyes. He snorts.

"Quit staring, love. It's quite rude."

He laughs.

His eyes, they were emerald green and they had a sort of darkness to them when he spoke, it was enough to make me shiver. And his name, Harry.

He strode past me and a musky smell, surrounded me. It was so intoxicatingly wonderful.

He ordered a coffee, black. Both his friends did the same.

The waitress wrote down their orders then looked at me,

"what will it be miss."

I recognized the voice. It was Miya, from on the phone.

" Hi, I don't know if you remember me, I'm Addison, I'm here for a job interview?"

The waitress ponders a bit,

"Oh right! He's almost out of his video meeting thing, I'll let you know when it's done"

then she walks away.

I am now suddenly aware that Harry, is staring at me, his sparkling eyes burning a hole into the side of my head.

I swiftly turn and he stays looking at me, directly in the eyes, I can barley breathe. his gaze is so intense.

"It's not nice to stare. It's rude."

I retaliate.

He laughs and looks down, then back up, and it's probably the cutest thing i've ever seen.

Suddenly my eyes are reverted to the black ink crawling up his neck, a tattoo.

He probably has more, considering the lip ring that he keeps rattling between his teeth.

His friends have now caught on to our weird exchange. And they're staring.

"Hi, I'm Addison" I say to the blonde one.