The Street Fighter. (Harry S. Fanfiction)

Chapter 5.

Dedicated to LacyStyles94 Thank you for your awesome comment on the first chapter!

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(Riley's P.O.V)

I rummaged around the bottom of my clost looking for my other running shoe. Figures, the day of my job interview my entire schedule is running late. My hand clasped around the familiar gray shoe. "Finally." I sighed. 

Everyday I have a morning routine that I like to follow. Wake up, run, shower, eat, do whatever needs to be done that day and then what happens next is up to me. Schedules, lists and efficiency control me life. But that the way I like it.

I pulled on my other shoe and grabbed my phone and earphones before locking the door and walking out of my driveway. Every morning I would wake up at eight o'clock and then run down to the park that was a ten minute run away, I enjoyed running and the feeling of accomplishment I get for doing it. But this morning was different, I was anxious for the job interview and  irritated because I didn't leave the house until 8;30, usually I leave at 8;20, but because of that damn shoe I'm ten minutes behind schedule. Like I said, schedules control my life.

I finally reached the park and began to run even faster, with the ten minute delay I would need to go faster than usual if I wanted to get my full circle of the park done. I came up behind a group of elderly women who were taking their sweet time walking while also taking up the entire path. "Excuse me." I called behind them, they didn't move. "Can I just get past?" I say. One woman moves and I run past them, "Little brat." I hear a saggy old woman sneer. I look back to give her a dirty look, but instead I stumble over my own feet and fall face first onto the pavement. 

 “Damn it!” I sat up cupping my cheek, while my knee throbbed. 

“Riley?” A voice called to me.

I looked up to see a tall figure standing in the light.

“What?” I barked, ruder than was probably needed.

“Are you ok?” He asked crouching down, trying to fight off a chuckle.

“Harry?” I said as my face twisted into a pout.

“Yes?” He replied looking me in the eye.

“What are you doing here?” I asked suspiciously.

“Uh, running. Just like you.” He answered quickly.

“Oh,” I said nodding slowly, noticing that he was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. Not really your typical running gear. “But-“ I began but decided not to bother.

“Are you ok?” He repeated.

My focus flew back to the acing knee and scratched cheek. “I don’t know, it really hurts still, but I’ll be fine.”

He nodded and stood back up. I followed, pushing myself back to my feet, then proceeded to fall back down onto my butt. “Ow!” I flinched and held my knee.

I’m sure I was making quite a scene in the middle of the path way but I didn’t really care. They can run around me. this day has been beyond shit already and anyone would be plain stupid to try and pick a fight with me right now. The group of old women walk by and the one saggy lady snorts, "Serves you right." She mumbles. 

I opened my mouth to say something but Harry cut me off. "Mind your own fucking business!" He snarked. 

My mouth fell open and I couldn't help but crack a smile, I would have never said something like that but I'm glad Harry did.

“Here.” Harry said unemotionally as he grabbed my hands and helped me to my feet. “Need me to like carry you?” He asked.

“Um, no.” I said awkwardly, “I think I can make on my own.” I gave him a polite nod and took a step.