heart tattoo (harry styles)

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"Welcome to Seaside Diner, I'm Hayden, and I'll be your waitress this morning. Can I interest you in some drinks?"

My jaw clenches as I speak the familiar greeting. Normally I would be overhearing these conversations between waiter and customers. I would be sitting behind the counter, directing, helping, and accepting money from the customers. Occasionally I will venture out from behind the counter and take orders, but this sort of circumstance only occurs when one of the waiters or waitresses is not present to do their job. Amelia, a small, quiet brunette waitress called in sick due to food poisoning today, so that left the other waiter on duty today. That waiter would be the one and only Harry Styles.

But this Mr. Harry Styles is not here now. No, he's late. And not only is he late, but he is late on his first day.

Using annoyed to describe my currents emotions would be an understatement. He better have a damn good reason for being fifteen minutes late.

I quickly jot down the middle aged couples orders and hand Lea the slip of paper to be delivered to Nathan, one of the cooks.

Lea eyes me oddly as I slap the order slip onto the counter.

"What's got you so pissed?" She laughs.

I groan and tug my hair back into a ponytail. "Harry's late and now I'm doing his job for him."

"And it's his first day?" She questions in shock.

"You've got that right," I sneer.

"Has your dad said anything?"

I lean down on the counter, supporting myself with my elbows. "I don't think he knows yet. He's been in the kitchen all morning ordering new utensils."

Lea opens her mouth to speak, but the familiar jingle of the door bell turns both our attentions to the other side of the room.

Harry's tall figure saunters into the room. His thick hair is pushed off his forehead and his top teeth play with his bottom lip as he scans the small diner.

Those emerald eyes lock on mine and my stomach flips. Sure, last time I saw him he was a complete dick, but I know it's all an act. He tried to convince me that he was this badass, pretending to have a different personality when we were counselors, just so he could get with me. He's under the impression that I'm now fearful of him because he manipulated me, but I know that this tough guy thing is an act. His funny, sweet side was too genuine. I'm not sure why he's attempting to act like an asshole, but I plan on figuring it out. But for now, I'll treat him just as he treats me.

I wave Harry over with my hand and notice that Lea has disappeared to the kitchen.

Harry takes his time walking toward me, which doesn't help my already irritated mood.

"You're late." I snap.

His eyes roll. "I have a good reason for it. Calm down sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

"Okay Blondie," his lip curves up in an obnoxious smirk.

"Don't call me that either, Curly."

"So we're back to this?" He chuckles.

I roll my eyes, becoming impatient. "Why are you late?"

"I had to help an elderly women get her car out of a ditch." He holds his dirtied hands up for proof.

"You think I actually believe that?"

"I'm not joking!"

"Fine," I snap, knowing I'm not going to win this battle. "Just don't let it happen again."