Once I had finished the orders, I walk over to Harry to give him his frappe and donut. I didn't really want to go to him but none of the other waiters would so here I am walking towards him hoping that he wont notice me so I can carry on with my life but of course luck is never on my side.
I put down his food and begin to walk away but before I can even take one step he stops me.
"Hey, what are doing here?"
"Ummm..... I work here."
"Oh. Well I was wondering..... Um ...." I thought he didn't talk. I stared at him blankly taking in all his features. His curly chocolate brown hair, his emerald green eyes, the way his dimples popped out when he talked and his clothes.
"Do you?"
"W-what?" Did he finish his sentence?
"You heard me"
"No I didn't. Sorry come again?"
"I'm not repeating myself". Wow he has attitude. Before I could say anything else, he got up and left with his food leaving the money on the table. I walked back to the counter to finish the orders etc.
When it was time, I said bye to Bill, grabbed my coat and a coffee and walked out the door where I was hit with the freezing wind.
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It was a Monday.
I hate Mondays and I'm pretty sure every other teenager did.
I got to school and walked through the doors where everyone stopped and stared and started whispering to eachother. I heard part of people's conversations as I walked to our meeting spot. I heard;
"Her and Harry"
"He asked her to-"
"Isn't that Scarlette?"
I met my best friend there everyday. I've known her since year 4 and we are in year 11 now.
"Hey Lana" I said as I hugged her.
"Hey Scar" she kissed me on the cheek. She was the only person in the world who is allowed to call me Scar.
"So is it true?" She asked.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You and that Harry Styles kid?" I was still looking at her questioningly. "You know quiet one and doesn't date girls? Isn't he gay or something? Everyone's saying you and him when on a date"
"Me and Harry? Haha, no way. If he's gay and doesn't date girls, why would I go on a date with him?" I explained.
"Well people are saying you both were at the cafe yesterday. The one you work at" she sat down at our table.
"Yeah so? He came and ate and asked me something" following her actions I sat opposite her.
"Asked you what?" She raised an eyebrow.
"To be honest I don't know what he said" Lana sighed. The bell rang. I jumped up and walked to class.
During our second and third period, I was at my locker. The halls were deserted, except for a shadow. I grabbed my Maths book and tried to find my Language book.
"Why didn't you give me an answer yesterday?" I snapped my head in the direction the voice came from. He was standing next to me.
I huffed. "Harry"
"Scar"
"Don't call me that" I said annoyed.
"Don't call me Harry then" he said with sass.
"Then what am I supposed to call you?"
"Harold" he replied.
I snorted. "Like Harold the giraffe?" I burst out laughing.
"Harold the giraffe?"
"Yeah, that giraffe that used to come to primary schools in a caravan thing and teach us about drugs and stuff" I told him.
"Haha, drugs?" He said looking uncomfortable.
"Something you want to tell me Harry?" I shut my locker.
He was about to speak when we noticed from the corner of our eyes that there was half the grade positioned near us taking photos. He shut his mouth and ran into the bathroom. I did the same, except as I was running , my phone made a beep. I checked it and there the video was, of Harry and I talking. Not to mention the whole conversation.
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Chapter 2 :)
Sorry it's been ages. Just that I had heaps of assignments and had no time. This chapter is dedicated to:
@tattoohipp13
For encouraging me to write more. Thankyou :)!
