~Harry~
I huffed softly and tied my apron on, not minding to make a bow, it's not like anyone thought it was pretty anyways. I mean; do you stare at apron ties?
I sighed and took off my flowercrown, hanging it on the coat rack. My boss doesn't allow me to wear it, she knows I'm gay, but she doesn't want 'Petals falling into the coffee,' I chuckled at her earlier remark.
"Hey Nic!" I chirped as she walked next to me. She grinned, she was 19 years old and she had long blonde hair, now tied up into a ponytail.
"Huh-low Harry! How's your week been? You've been gone a while." She huffed slightly. "I've had to ale extra shifts because of you Harry." She chuckled slightly, tightening her ponytail.
"Well, I've been hanging with my boyfriend, he's from out of town." I blushed slightly and she grinned widely, "Oh yea! Cher told me about you too, said he's in that band you like! And that her and Niall are very close as well." Nicole sent me a wink and I blushed again, (Not because of the wink; Gosh, I'm gay guys. . .)
She giggled as I sent her playful daggers with my eyes, and made my way over to the register, just as the first customer of our shift walked in.
"Hello welcome to Monroe's café, how may I help you?" I questioned politely.
My eyes widened when I saw who it was. "M-michael? Clifford?" I gasped. He smiled a little and laid his hand on his hip, "Harry Edward Styles, thought I'd never see you again mate!" He chuckled rasply at me. I bit my lower lip as Nicole glanced at us.
"Harry, you maybe want to come to the mall with me? We could have a nice hangout like we did in High School, yeah?" He asked. Nicole watched us, and I nodded at Michael.
I could hear Nicole mentally groaning, as I hung up my apron and placed my flower-crown back on my head of curls.
"NO PROBLEM! I'LL JUST COVER FOR YOU AGAIN HARRY!" She shouted as I exited the small café, with Michael, who hadn't even ordered a thing.
***
-Mall-
"So, Harry. How have ya been mate?" Michael nudged my arm with his elbow. I smiled a little, "Just hanging out, I have a very chill life." I shrugged slightly and he chuckled.
"Still into boys and flower-crowns?" He asked. I nodded, "Yeah," I replied, pointing to the crown on my head of chocolate curls. "I have a boyfriend, too."
Michael smirked a bit, as we took a seat at the table, me slurping up my strawberry banana smoothie.
"Is that so, Styles? That's great!" He cheered. I smiled and nodded in reply. "Yeah, it is."
"So uh, maybe you could my bandmates sometime? There very cool!"
I nodded yet again and sucked up the remains (Oi, shut up your dirty minds!) of my smoothie.
"Yeah that'd be cool Mikey!"
"Bringin' back the ol' nickname I see?" He chuckled, and I smiled in response to him.
"So, how's life been for you Michael?" I asked.
"Very good, like I said, M' in a band, called 5 seconds of summer. We haven't a big fan-base quite yet, but were gettin' there!"
"That's greaaat Michael! What kinda music do you all play?" I questioned my old pal.
"Uh, pop-rock I suppose..."
A grin plastered across my face, "That's so cool Mikey!"
"Yeah..."
***
After about an hour of sitting at a cafeteria table and blabbing about the last few years of our lives, Michael and I stood up, and smiled at each other, then gave each other a quick, 'bro hug,' and began to walk out together, that is, until I bumped into two people I wasn't expecting to see at all.
"I thought you were at work for another two hours." His foot tapped and I looked up to see a very upset Louis Tomlinson. I sighed, seeing the situation I had been caught up in. Going to the mall with another guy.
"And Michael! I thought you were going to the café to get us coffee?" Another familiar voice uttered.
I looked behind Louis, and saw him.
Him.
"Well, uh, I did but then I saw Har-" I interrupted Michael's reply, and I felt tears brim to my eyes.
"L-luke?!"
***
A/N:
Oooooh kill em'! (Mehehe betcha wanna kill me for that cliffhanger...)
But oh well, heres another crap chapter for Y'all :-)
Hope you enjoyed!!
*insert long rant here blah blah*
-Emily
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FanficHarry Styles. 19, Straight as a rainbow. Cheeky as 100+ baboons. In-love, I suppose, with One Direction member Louis Tomlinson. Major fangirl, ehm, fanboy. Lives In Holmes Chapel, resides with his best mate Cher, and longs to one day marry his dream...