I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (Harry Styles FanFic)

Fun Day

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Morning comes to soon the lights coming in from the window cross the room. I still lay on the couch, a giant blanket wrapped around me. I sit up and find Nat still asleep at my feet. She supposed to make my coffee.

I get up and walk into the kitchen. I smell coffee in the air. Did she really get up to make my coffee and go back asleep? God she doesn't even like coffee. I grab my cup and sit on the couch huddled in my blanket. Won't she get up already, I think. I look at the clock on the wall and see it's around 11.

I get up and into my room to check my phone. Ten miss calls. Four missed calls from Harry, three from Louis, two from Zayn, and one from Liam. I call Louis back, "Hello?" I hear on the other line.

"Hey it's me you called a bunch of times?" I say pacing my room, coffee in hand.

"Oh yes, yes instead of today's rehearsal we are having a fun day. Are you in?" He asks. Well Nat said I can call in sick, but that wouldn't look good. I can be the bigger person and face Harry again. Just not in the same car, or any social contact whatsoever.

I take a deep breath and say, "Yeah I'm in. Mind picking me up?"

"Not at all see you at 4!" He says excited.

"See you at four." I say and hanging up.

I spend the rest of the morning getting showered and dressed. After, I walk into the living room again and still see Nat asleep on the couch. I look at the clock and see that it's 1:30.

Well I can go out and buy lunch and bring it back when she's awake and risk getting yelled at for spending money, or I can stay here and do nothing. I go to the kitchen and write Nat a note saying I'm out to get food and will be back soon. I grab my house keys and start walking down town.

I pass many stores and shops at the ends of streets, breathing in the still cool air. I walk into the café Nat and I usually go to treat ourselves after a job well done. Now that I have some cash of my own from signing with Modest I decide that this should be the place to buy. I have the young woman behind the counter make me two sandwiches to-go and a frapachino.

As I wait I sit at a table near the window people watching. I see an old man enjoying a brew of tea in the corner, and a young woman on her phone texting away. But what catches my eye is his young man around his early twenties, late teens, bent over his laptop working. His black hair in his face blocks his cobalt eyes instantly recognizing the owner of these angelic looks, Toby. I get up and sit across from him at his table as he types away.

"I'd wonder how long it took for me to catch your eye." He says smirking at me still typing away.

"Eh it took a while didn't it?" I say egging him on.

"Yeah I'm nearly done with my paper in the time for you to spot me, am I to plain for you?" He says still smirking.

"Apparently so, I'm sorry but how can you do that?" I say pointing at his paper.

"What type a paper? It's quite easy, you just get an idea and pile a bunch of information together..." he starts.

"No I mean type and look at me at the same time. I'm more of a hunt and peck type of person." I say.

"It takes raw talent and skill, only an acquired few can do it." He says still typing, showing me his dimple in his left cheek.

"Oh stop bragging and put that away for a real conversation, no screen in the way." I say reaching for his laptop.

He hits a few buttons and says. "Ah lucky you I'm done, do to my extraordinary skill." He says.

"Oh yeah that's it." I say rolling my eyes.