Hold My Hand | h.s. + n.h.

Chapter Four

Word Count: 4 320

This chapter is dedicated to kadiebmore because of her comment on the last chapter was amazing [and she thanked me for updating! :)

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When I left Niall's, not a lot of people were left when I got downstairs, and of those maybe twenty-five who were, about two were awake. They nodded, I nodded back and kept on my way. They didn't mention the way my eyes were probably blood shot and how I must've looked like a disaster. They looked the same, only slightly more put together than I. I grabbed my coat and slipped it on as I was closing the front door behind me. After I cleared the small amount of snow on my car, I got in and sat in the drivers seat, trying to stop the shivering my body was aching to do as the car warmed up slowly.

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I've been home for an hour, in which I've taken a shower and called Zach to get the notes I missed on today's lecture. He left half an hour ago, giving me a suggesting look which I had brushed off with an eye roll. I had an hour left to myself until I had to start my 3 o'clock shift that would last until 11 tonight. I didn't mind working long hours. The small diner I worked at payed very well and all the staff were pretty nice. Well, most of them. There was this one guy that was in a sour mood 24/7, so it seemed. His name was Joshua, but if you called him that and he'd already corrected you before, he'd threaten to blacken your arm. He promptly preferred to be called Joe.

I finished copying Zach's notes and put the loose leaf pages back into the portfolio he brought them over in. I snickered at the looping drawings, and briefly entertained the thought that Zach drew the girly doodles himself. Wouldn't surprise me. Although it's quite clear that Zach is bone straight with his jokes and obvious lust after breasts, he's got a girlier side to him than I do. Must be what drags the girls in so easily; some like the more sensitives ones, which is Zach wholeheartedly.

I push away from the kitchen table and stand from the chair, after I push the chair in, I stretch my sore back and sigh. As I stretch my arms above my head, I look at my to my watch on my wrist and groan as I drop my arms roughly. I have to go change and get my arse walking down the sidewalk to the diner if I don't want to be late. I make fast work to my bedroom, doing this awkward half waddle, half skipping motion as I try to lift my black sleeveless top over my head and shimmy out of my jeans. I slip on the sleek black dress pants that hug my butt and fit nicely everywhere else followed by my blue polo shirt. At the restaurant, it's a fancy version of an eighties diner. The employees wear either dark purple, warm orange or a warm blue polo t-shirt. Men wear well fitted dress slacks and women wear mid-thigh length black skirts that highlight all of the proper curves. No matter the body type amazingly. The diner itself looks laid back, but the menu ranges from easy breakfast meals to high-end dinners. It's defiantly odd designing, but it's certainly different and refreshing.

Once I'm ready, I leave my apartment complex and turn left, heading down the sidewalk towards the restaurant.

As I walk into the restaurant from the back door, into the bustling kitchen, I stop to look around momentarily. A small smile invades my mouth as I see the newest girl hired here; Marie. She's on dishes duty and is incredibly clumsy. Often I stay back and help her wash up, I was in her shoes once. I think because of my kindness she's developed a crush on me, but that's fine. Maybe I'll humour my feelings and offer up to take her out for dinner. I could see myself growing fond of her fumbling. My smile falls when she trips on her feet. She'd been trying to balance a crap tone of dishes at once. I rush over to the girl, cooing in my mind at how adorable her rosy cheeks make her. Two from kitchen rush to Marie, coaxing and pestering her to see if she's alright. She brushes everyone off with embarrassed laughter as she assures she's alright. I reach out my hand as she goes to lift herself, momentarily pausing her movement. Marie takes my hand and allows me to pull her up, her rosy cheeks darkening. She smiles sheepishly at me and I grin back at her widely.