His Property (Harry Styles)

Anastasia Cunningham's POV:

I was at the music shop, working as usual. Today, I had a double shift since I really needed the money and they needed the extra help.

"Ana, could you come and run the cash register while I run to the bathroom?" asked John. He is my co-worker and a good friend. We hang out from time to time.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, giggling a bit watching him run-well more like waddle like a penguin-towards the bathroom.

I walked up to the register and looked out the window. It was dark out as rain fell from the heavy, depressed clouds. It was almost closing time. I bent down to grab my purse and coat from under the desk and right then, I heard a ding indicating someone was here. I sighed and stood up straight.
Before me was a man with an incredible amount of tattoos, coloring the olive skin on his arms permanently and piercings decorating his plump pink lips. He was staring at his brown slightly-above-the-ankle boots and he was wearing a navy blue bandana across his forehead. I noticed he had light brown curly hair, which you wouldn't expect on someone who looks like a hoodlum like him but who am I to judge?

Suddenly, his head shot up and our eyes met. His eyes were like looking in a forest. They were the most beautiful shade of green-jade green, to be exact, blended in perfect harmony with a tint of olive green around the pupil. I guess he realized that I was staring at him because he suddenly had a smug smirk across his gorgeous face-the right corner of his lips pulled up and-

Wait, wait, wait! Did I just say that he was gorgeous? I mean, not GORGEOUS but-oh, who am I kidding! He was really attractive! He can make any teenage girl's heart melt!

I suddenly realized our locked gaze was still in tact, so I immediately broke it and started going through the stack of CDs on the counter to make myself look occupied. I guess he saw past my cover-up because I heard his mouth utter a deep chuckle that rumbled in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt, then walk towards one of the "Rock 'N' Roll" isles.

Just then, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I momentarily froze then I heard a snicker and realized that it was John. It took him long enough. He let go of me and I turned around and started hitting him as hard as I could, which I guess wasn't very hard because all he did was laugh.

"Slow down there, tiger! Why in the world are you hitting me?" he said as he laughing like he just experienced the funniest thing ever.

"Because you scared the shit out of me!" I screeched, laughing now too.

"Woah there, kitten! Watch your mouth."

I suddenly heard a deep thunderous voice say behind me. I turned around to find the guy that walked in earlier.

"Um, can I help you?" John said in a defensive tone.

"Uh, actually no. But this little one can," the mystery person said while looking at me with a seductive grin.

"Um, wh-what can I help you with?" I asked stuttering a bit... or, well, a lot.

"Could you ring these up for me, angel?" he said holding out a rather large stack of CDs that he managed to wrap one of his large hands around. The CD on the top was "The 1975" by The 1975.

I stood there completely dumbfounded over all the pet names that I have been called by both men these past couple of minutes. I snapped out of it and took the CDs. I scanned them into the computer and shyly mumbled, "That will be thirty dollars." He gave me the cash and I handed the CDs in a bag to...um, whatever his name is. I didn't quite catch it, so I guess I'll just call him "mystery person".