True love is forever

Chapter ~ 30

"No more words. We know them all, all the words that should not be said. But you have made my world more perfect."  

― Terry Pratchett, Nation

- Viv -

"A grande cappuccino and a tall tea please"

Little miss sour face gave me a look and sighed.

"Your name?" She asked rudely, glancing at the clock.

Her hair was pulled into a high pony and the ends were clearly singed from where she had bleach it. Several piercings crowded her face including two bits under her lips which made her look scary and gothic.

"Viv" I smiled sweetly, hoping it annoyed her. It seemed to work

She slowly began making the coffee and from the back it felt like the whole world was staring at me, like they knew. I looked sick, and I wasn't as quick on my feet or as smooth with my words but did they have to stare.

From inside the class cafe I could see Harry staring blankly out the window of his car, clearly thinking about last night. It was all I could think about too but for some reason I wasn't sure about how I felt on the memory.

The two business looking men took their coffees and sat down near the desk, discussing stocks. I wasn't listening intently until the mention of their family was brought up, and my ears almost perked up with interest.

"The missus is on my case most of the time, says I need to see the kids more often. I mean how does she expect me to provide if I don't work"

The other man nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

"Mines the same, now with the new baby we need this income and here she is blah blah blah insisting I bond with the kid! She's two months old, she's not going to notice"

I frowned to myself. These men had no idea. I wondered if they ever thought about the future and how they'd feel if they were to loose one of their children, would they look back and kick themselves for not paying enough attention? I had this urge to lean across and tell them my story and about my own dad but just as the thought ran through my head grumpy face spilled boiling water on her shirt and let out an almighty squeal. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, maybe those men will cop onto themselves eventually or maybe nothing bad will ever happen and they'll live their busy lives with no regrets.

When I took my coffees back to the car I was glad I left it alone, I needed to stop focusing on others and work on myself. My own life was tiring enough.

I was freezing regularly and though it was almost twenty five degrees outside Harry had the heating in the car up high just for me. I sat into the car and pulled the woolen cardigan around my boney body, feeling comfort.

"One cappuccino for Mr. Styles" I winked, coughing slightly at the end.

Harry grumbled "I still don't understand why you insisted on going in there, you were standing for ages and I could've done it"

Harry's anxiety and over protectiveness never bothered me, or annoyed me. I could never me mad at a person looking out for me, especially when they only had good intentions. I did, however, avoid the argument that followed with that comment and lay my hand over Harry's which was grabbing the clutch. I smiled brightly.

"I can't stop thinking about last night"

His distressed grin turned broad with delight and a tear shone in his bright green eye. "Me neither babe"

The remainder of our journey was spent in silence, both of us idle while reminiscing about something we'd keep with us forever. Despite this, a sinking feeling emerged in the depths of my stomach as we neared Harry's apartment. I didn't know what to expect.