That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Two

* H a r r y *

From the window of my room, I can see Mary apply light make-up to her eyes and face in my bathroom in front.

Taking my blue Sears shirt over the white long-sleeved shirt, I maintain my eyes focused on her by every move. I couldn't stop looking, sometimes I ask myself why I am such a dick. Mary is like an equation I cannot solve, yet still trying to figure it out.

My feelings are like a mood ring, changing colors so suddenly depending on my emotion.

She is too sweet, too fragile, too innocent for me. It was regretting of me to just kiss her, and maybe last night it didn't even mean shit to her. Since, she is 'swooned' over Jason.

But... weird thing about this was that my stomach felt a tingle. Just a tingle, not a spark but a light sensation. Could that be a sign?

As I buttoned my Sears co-workers collared shirt, she walked out the restroom dressed casually pretty.

It bothered me that I didn't know where she was heading.

After a while, the sound of rattling car keys was heard from the living room, and I knew she was ready to head out. So, I walk out my room to see her walking to my direction. We make wide-eyed contact.

We both freeze.

She fiddled with her fingers and took a long sigh of disappointment, looking down at the ground. Still, standing there with no sound around us, we remained with no word. I take a long intense stare because she is like a jigsaw puzzle I can't seem to piece together.

Mary quickly makes a nervous hand movement to play with her hair, biting her lips. But I still stared.

It was moments later when she finally made eye contact. She signaled me she was heading it in the most awkward gesture, but it wasn't funny. It made me tilt my head to just see her walk to my door. Yes, I might have been anxious on where she was going to dressed so casually pretty. Before she headed out, "Where are you going?" I call, saying it loud and clear in my silent home.

Her hand stays on the knob, watching her not move a muscle. Her head twists, making her hair turn with her twist. Green eyes again face to me, she had a blank stare as well. "Grace." That's all she says when she walks out the door.

I stand stupidly, looking at my door. For some reason, I have the feeling of anger build in me. Why would I kiss her? This is was I give her? I am horrible.

The fact that I am not over my first lover, makes me back out of love. It scares me, the feelings I have towards this girl scares me, and I cannot pursue it.

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* D a r c y *

Looking all the cute display of clothing shops in the mall made me want to buy everything. I have my money all saved still for Cambridge University. Turns out I got accepted to Queens College as well. It's right next to Kings College where the King College Singers perform. It excites me.

"So you will be a foreigner when you go to Cambridge?" Grace said, slurping on her Jamba Juice.

"Obviously." I give her a push. "It sad that we will be apart, perhaps forever"

"Don't say that." Grace shouts. "We all phones don't we? Let me check if you still have mine saved."

Grace takes my bag, with my laughter filling the crowded mall. I begin to slurp my Jamba Juice and where I was walking, waiting for Grace to find my phone.

"Darce." Her voice changes.

"Yeah?" I turn with a smile. "What happen?"

"Your phone was white with a pink phone case. This one is black. Did you break your phone again Darce?" Smiled Grace, examining Harry's phone.

My mood changes once my eyes sight the thin black iPhone in her hand. I play a fake grin, and gently grab my bag and phone. I stare at the phone, for quite a long time. Why could he be so bitter?

"Whose bitter?" Grace said.

"Sorry." I push my hair back behind my ears. "Anyways, lets go inside Forever 21."

Grace pulled me to a near by bench, where two other random people sat behind the opposite side. "That Jerry dude is it?"

"Jason." I giggle by her mistake. "It has nothing to do with him, and this is not his phone."

"But Jason is your boyfriend? Who else could it be?" Grace quizzically says but then gasps with a snap by her fingers. "Henry." She whispers in my ear.

"Harry." My mouth frowns. She instantly notices my mood. "To tell you the truth, he is so mysterious."

"Amanda says." Grace sighs. "Anyways, she is a total stalker. You know, like that one girl from that Korean Drama we watched together, Playful Kiss. That girl who stalks the boy she loves for four years and ends up marrying him in the end. I feel like that will happen to Amanda."

"She stalks him?" I ask in curiosity, and she nods.

"Like so far I know he is Britsh, lives next to you, works at Sears, and his mom is named Angie." She tries to remember everything. Which she got correct except for Harry's mums name.

"Anne." I correct her.

"Yes!" She chirps. "Sorry, I suck at names."

"It's fine." I grab her shoulder. "How does she know that much?"

"I don't know." She shrugs and slurps her Jamba Juice. "But whose phone is this really?"

"Harry's." Her eyes widen.

"What? How?" She dishes. "Is this some type of love triangle?"

"I don't know Grace." I shrug. "If I tell you the truth, promise you won't tell a soul? I have to tell someone."

"I am a better friend than Amanda and Melissa." Grace pointed out.

Grace's face was shocked utterly stunned by he end of my explanation of Harry and I. Even the kiss we shared. It took seconds for her to collect herself back to normal.

"Who do you choose?" She asked like it was the most simple question.

"Can't choose, it's a tie."

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I was going to wrote more but you have no idea how I am feeling right now. I just really hope 'my sickess' gets better. Thank you and so sorry. I just hope I am okay too