Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 5- opinions

Chapter 5 is up! Hope you enjoy and please comment and feel free to give feedback! I dont bite! :D -zahra

Dilara's POV

     The next day came by quick and before I knew it I was already standing in our restaurant kitchen helping out with baking bread. I was thankful it was finally Friday, it’s been a week full of surprises, but I liked it to be honest. Today I was excited coming to our café knowing there were chances Harry might come again while he was still here. I couldn’t get over the conversation we had the other day and how he was so interested in my background, my heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. I smile to my self and Camille notices.

     “What are you thinking about?” she wonders while grilling some chicken. My Dad had to write up bills so he stayed home, and my mom was in the pantry trying to organize all the food items. So that left Camille and I on Kitchen duty, while Justin took the orders. Right now was the perfect time to tell my mom how harry came to our restaurant twice.

     “Oh nothing.” I replied with a small smile and that’s when my mom came from the pantry. Camille knew that I’d wanted to tell her, so she nodded her head as in to tell my mom already.

     “Mom, um, so I wanted to tell you some awesome news.” She gave me a soft smile and shook her head for me to continue. My palms were getting sweaty, as I was about to tell her something that’s been eating my mind up. “Well, you know how those boys that I sometimes talk to you about and I have their music album in our car, remember them?” I slowly questioned.

     “Yes, one direction, those few boys you seem to be so caught up about.” She answered her brown eyes on mine. I got content that she actually paid attention to the band I revolved most my life around.  

     “Well, one of them actually came here the other day! And he was very sweet.”

 I was caught of guard for second because of her shocked expression, was my mom actually excited for me? There usually weren’t times she would get so enthusiastic, “Wow! That’s really cool, honey, which one?!”  

     “Yeah and the one that has a really deep voice and curly hair.” Trying to describe him for her to remember.

     “Oh him! He has a lovely voice, I’m glad you met him and maybe he could attract more people to our tiny café.” She added with a wink. Its strange how she’s acting so… open like yeah she usually was, but there was always a calm reaction to when I would tell her something. This time though, there was a feeling of warmth, instead of dullness in our conversation and I loved talking to her this way.

    “Mom can I ask why,” My mom and I said something in unison, I was going to ask why she was so content all of a sudden, but instead chose not to and just smiled at her to continue what she was going to say.

     “But make sure you try not to bring this up to your father, you know how touchy he could get with this.” She said in her Turkish accent.

     “Of course.” I agreed with her and went back to work. I noticed Camille give me a knowing smile and that she was glad I told my mom.

      It was about 5:30pm, the short days giving up into the dark night and our compact, yet elegant café was getting crowded. Not as crowded as other Fridays, but still almost full. I asked my mom if I could take a short break to munch on something.

     She let me take the break and I head over to one of the empty shiny, black stools and told took a seat. I opened my bag of Lays chips I had gotten from the pantry and looked at the new advertisements on our café window. The signs of food were ginormous and it was when I looked above the advertisements when I saw familiar dark brown curls moving. As soon as his figure came in sight through the clear window, I made out whom it was.