Broken Things

Chapter 13

SPOV:

The rest of the weekend had gone by quietly. It was now the middle of the week and it had been a long few days. I received phone calls and a few texts from Harry telling me about what he was doing and letting me know how much I was missed. I had to admit that I missed him a great deal, as well. He wouldn't be seeing me for a few more days and I jokingly asked him if he was going to be able to handle it.

"Doubt it," he said with a smile in his voice.

"I think you're going to be just fine." 

"I will come see you as soon as I can."

Butterflies filled my stomach, "I know."

He asked me how my week was going so far and I told him that I had a couple appointments and that I was also waiting for a call from Rolling Stone.

"What do you mean?" I forgot that I hadn't told him about the application.

"Oh, I applied to Rolling Stone last week so I'm hoping to hear from them soon."

"I know you will. They would be stupid not to."

"Well, I hope so."

After a few more minutes of talking, I told him that I had to go. I had one of my appointments today and if I didn't leave now, I would be late.

"Alright, let me know if you get that call."

"You'll be the first," I said and I hung up the phone. Quickly, I gathered my things and left my apartment. The clouds from this weekend still lingered in the sky, causing a slight chill in the air. I tugged my scarf up around my face and adjusted my bag over my shoulder. I pulled my headphones out, put them in, and hit 'shuffle' on my phone. 

I walked to the beat of the music and focused on what I needed to do today. There was a small coffee shop that liked hanging my work on their walls. We had made an agreement that every month I was to change the themes of the art, keeping their walls decorated, and they would pay me. An interior decorator of sorts. I also had this same agreement with a couple of bars and a music store. I loved it. I got paid to display my work and people would notice it. Sometimes, people would want to buy the prints or I would get calls asking if I could do weddings and other types of portraits. I had even gotten calls for local magazines and various shops around town. 

Today, I was going into the coffee shop to discuss what themes they were thinking and give them my suggestions. I reached the shop and a overpowering scent of coffee filled my nose. I smiled and was welcomed with open arms by the owner, Leona.

"Hey, honey! How are you?" She was tall and her eyes always matched the sky. Her hair was in dreadlocks and were piled on top of her head. I couln't think of a time when she wasn't smiling. Her arms were covered in tattoos and thick rimmed glasses sat on her nose. She was a lovely person and I enjoyed doing business with her.

"I've been great, actually. How's the business?"

"Hopping, actually. With this band in town, we've been getting a lot of business. I can't tell you how many times young girls have gotten hot chocolate to stay warm while they wait outside. I now know the names of all of One Direction. Who knew that that Niall wasn't really blonde. It's ridiculous, but hey, I can't complain," she winked. I laughed and felt the heat rise in my face for obvious reasons. 

"Oh, I know. They're every where," I said, putting my bag on an empty table. I ordered a coffee and we spent the rest of the time discussing what we thought would be best for my next set.

"I want, like, edgy passion, I think. Something people will look at and see the raw emotion coming from it. I want it to make them cry."

I chuckled, "Are you sure you want people crying in your shop, Leo?"