Something Great (Narry)

I looked up at the bright neon lights of the "Ed's Diner" sign. I had decided to take night shifts washing dishes at the diner a few blocks down from my apartment. It's not like I could get a better job, I'm nearly 20 years old and never had a job in my life. I took a deep breath and pulled open the heavy glass door.

"Harry!" I heard someone shout over the loud sounds of people talking and dishes clashing.

I looked over to the main counter and saw Ed himself motioning for me to come over. I heard this diner was Ed's favorite location he owned and that he spent a lot of time here. I'm not entirely too sure why. It was a little dingy and wasn't located in the best part of London.

"Uh, hi," I said awkwardly, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

"Okay, here is your apron, the kitchen is back there, you will wash dishes until closing time which is at 11, then you will clean tables and then you'll be free to go. I assume you already know how to wash dishes so I can leave you to get to work?" he recited quickly.

"Yes, sir?" I said rather unsure giving him a salute. Why did I just give my boss a salute?

I groaned inwardly and made my way through the dimly lit diner towards the kitchen. I pushed open the swinging doors and saw a shorter man washing dishes at the double sided sink. I reluctantly walked up beside him and gave him a friendly smile. He didn't look up or pay any attention to me whatsoever so I figured I should get to work.

"New kid?" he muttered unexpectedly.

"What? Oh. Yeah."

"I'm Louis."

"Harry," I greeted holding my hand out to him. He nodded slightly, ignoring my hand and went back to scrubbing the remains of food off a pan. I turned and did the same.

"Cool tattoos," he said, nodding his head towards my arm.

"You too," I replied, noticing the ink scattered around his arm.

"Thanks. I did most of them myself," he beamed, "I want to open my own shop someday."

I nodded.

"I like that one," Louis smirked pointing at the capital letter A on my left arm.

"Oh, thanks," I mumbled, lightly tracing my finger over the small tattoo.

Louis began drying his dishes and carried them away to different parts of the kitchen. I sighed from relief. I never was very good at making small talk.

"So," Louis' voice startled me, "why are you here Harry?"

I turned around to suddenly see him in very close proximity to my face.

"What?" I stammered, taken aback by his boldness.

"Why is someone like you here?"

"What do you mean someone like me?"

"Well," he chuckled, walking around me to lean against the sink, "you've worn a Rolex watch to come wash dishes I'd figure you don't really need the money."

"Well, I do. I don't particularly have a lot of money at the moment," I sneered keeping my eyes glued down at the sink.

"Oh so you stole the watch."

"No. I had money but," I paused rubbing my temples, "it's gone now okay? That's why I'm here."

"How'd you lose it? Spent it all on watches?" Louis said smugly.

"Could you forget about the watch?" I almost shouted. I looked up from the sink at Louis who looked surprised and almost hurt.

I sighed. "My stepdad passed away about a year ago, and he left me a lot of money. I think it was his way of making up for the fact we never really got along. Then I met a guy, I fell in love with him, I gave him everything, I'd buy him anything he wanted, I even bought an apartment with him, then I realized I wasted it all. I spent all my money trying to please him. So I told him I'd get a job and make it work, I woke up the next morning and he was gone. He left me with all the responsibility of our apartment and now I have to pay it off by myself. I can't go back home because my mum never liked the guy, she told me he was using me and I never listened. That's why I'm here."

Louis' eyes looked like blue orbs, wide with shock. I was shocked at myself too, opening up about something I'd never told anyone before to someone I'd known for only a few minutes.

"My mum has a lot of money," Louis suddenly piped up.

"What does that h-"

"Just listen. She always wants to give me money, help me out, those kind of things. I started getting tattoos as a way to rebel against her. I told her I was going to open a tattoo shop and she offered to give me money for it. I wanted her to stop feeling like she always needed to take care of me, I'm 22 years old for christ's sake. So I told her I wanted to move out, and she bought me a house. The house was way too big for me the live in by myself so my friend Niall moved in with me. And now my mum still feels the need to check up on me and send me money that I don't need. I just want to make some money to pay her back, even if it's not a lot, I want to give back to her somehow. That's why I'm here, if you were wondering."

I nodded. Truthfully, I actually was wondering. I was becoming really interested in getting to know him. I could see us getting along and I never really had a lot of friends since I moved to London.

"What's his name?" Louis asked, breaking my train of thought.

"Who?"

"This guy you speak of," he grinned, crossing his arms.

"Zayn," I mumbled so quietly I could barely hear it.

"Well Zayn's really missing out."

Wait, what? Was he hitting on me? He's cute and all but I'd known him for only a few minutes and Zayn just left me recently. I must have looked stunned because Louis raised his arms in defense.

"I'm just saying you seem like a cool guy that's all. You don't need to worry I've already got a boyfriend. And he works here so I don't think he'd like to see me flirting with cute tall guys with dimples," he chuckled,"I think we'll be good friends Harry."

"Yeah, I think so too," I smiled.

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