Sunday I spent working out, tidying my apartment, shopping and having a coffee with Drake, to thank him for fixing my car. We actually had a really nice conversation. Well from the stuff I remember, my brain was going in and out of the world all day because I can’t stop thinking of the horrifying event that I saw last night.
Drake still refused for me to pay for my car being fixed, even though I begged him numerous times. I finally gave up when he began annoyed at my begging. I just feel bad for him doing it for free. We hardly know each other so I felt like I was a burden to him.
Its Monday morning now and I’m getting ready to go to work. My body and mind finally feels refreshed as sleep actually greeted me for the last two nights. It’s an amazing feeling not feeling like death the whole day. Plus, my appearance looks ten times better which is good.
Once I have finished my makeup and curl my hair into a soft wave, I get dressed for the day. I throw on a new outfit I managed to pick up yesterday after Drake and I’s coffee catch up. I put on a tight, light grey crop top and a long, tight, light grey, pencil skirt. I also put on my silver locket, which I somehow match with every outfit. (Outfit on the side.)
When I’m dressed, I jog down the stairs with my phone and purse in hand, to put in my handbag. I throw my stuff in my handbag which is sitting on the bench like always and make my way into the kitchen for breakfast.
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I arrive at Myer, five minutes before work starts and I wait around the front, letting my mind catch up to me. I don’t think I have ever been in a situation where I had to face someone who I know killed someone. Come to think of it, I’m probably over reacting because I don’t know for sure if they killed the drunk man. But they did beat him to a pulp. I just hope the ambulance got their in time.
When my shift starts in 2 minutes I make my way inside Myer. Keeping eye contact on the ground so I don’t have to start conversation with anyone. But my hopes are lost when I come to halt, with someone obstructing my view.
“Harmony.” Harry smirks, and I look behind him avoiding eye contact with him at all.
“Not in the mood Harry.” I snap, trying to get away as quickly as possible. The man right in front of me attacked someone. Fear rises in side of me of what he could possibly do to me. But I swallow the lump back down, staying strong. No way will I let him scare me.
“Someone’s grumpy.” He says moving his head to where my eyes are looking, forcing me to catch his gaze. I frown at him and he raises and eyebrow.
My eyes travel down his arms to his hands. His knuckles are grazed and multiple cuts lie on top of them.
“What happened to your hands?” I blurt out with a sinister tone. Why did I just say that? I’m supposed to be avoiding the situation. But of course, I don’t. I dive straight into trouble.
“None of your business.” He growls, pulling his hands behind his back quickly.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes at him and quickly dodge around him making my way to my section, before I’m late again.
I know I shouldn’t have said anything. But I had to. I want to know what’s happening with Zayn and harry. And why they bet that poor man to a pulp.
“How was your weekend?” Lea chirps as we wait for customers at the counter.
“Alright I guess.” I smile, tucking my loos hair behind my ear. “Yours?”
“Great.” She beams and I roll my eyes.
“It’s always great. I’m jealous.” I laugh.
“We should hang out this weekend! I will make your weekend great then!” She smiles, but seriousness is clear in her voice.
