His Melody

2. His Personal Space

Usually, normal people would react to a customer's immature joke by ignoring them or maybe even joking back.

But what did I do?

I ripped his shirt off.

After specifically telling him that the guitar was, in fact, on standby for me, he decided it would be funny to get on my nerves. He seemed amused by the fact that I rolled my eyes at him and he took it further by grabbing my guitar, hugging it towards his chest as if to say "mine now."

I narrowed my eyes, swiftly pulling the guitar back towards me. His large hands wouldn't let go and he smirked, pulling it back towards him. So I pulled harder—harder than I intended it to be.

As I suddenly pulled it towards me, winning the guitar back, a loose end of fabric, dangling from his shirt got caught onto the guitar. So you could only imagine, the second I pulled the guitar back, his thin shirt had been ripped away, starting from the popping of the buttons down to the fabric tearing horizontally. And his whole upper body became exposed, revealing the random tattoos adorning his skin. 

Truthfully, I never intended to rip his shirt. But the sight of him shirtless made me glad that bad luck existed.

The awkward silence I waited for never came. I stood there, holding the guitar with his plaid shirt hanging off of it and blinked.

I expected a tantrum, offensive words being thrown at me, even embarrassment. But his next reaction was something I wasn't prepared for.

He laughed.

He actually laughed, his right hand holding over his stomach and eyes crinkling into amusement.

I gaped at him as if he was a lunatic, but deep down, I was also gaping at his ideal body; tan and toned, abs and muscles, not too much but not too less. Not taking my eyes off his grinning expression, I untangled his shirt from the guitar and threw it at him.

He caught it swiftly, a playful grin ghosting his lips.

The door bell rang and both our heads whipped to the sight of Liam slowly putting his phone away, staring wide-eyed at the both of us. I felt my cheeks flush.

"Um..." Liam started, finding it difficult to comprehend the situation. "Should I be worried?"

"She couldn't resist me," the guy said, proudly smirking.

I quietly groaned in disgust, rolling my eyes.

Liam cleared his throat to hide his discomfort.

"Is there a particular reason why you're here?" I snapped, not intending to sound that rude.

He gave me a sly smile and I flinched, like I had been punched in the stomach because that smile looked exactly like his, for just a quick second.

"I was interested in buying that guitar, but now I'm interested in something else," he answered, shamelessly looking up and down at me.

"Like a shirt?" I said, feeling uncomfortable from his staring.

"Uh...if you need a shirt, I've got a spare one in my car," Liam offered, being the usual nice guy he was. He was still slightly confused at the shirtless customer.

"Yeah, thanks man." He graciously took a few steps towards Liam, sticking his hand out. "I'm Harry, by the way."

"Liam."