SCARED // h.s.

02

I FOUND HER.

I finally fucking found her..

I watched from outside her workplace for hours, waiting for her shift to finally come to an end and to just walk out of the restaurant already. By time the sun began to go down, I was slowly starting to become anxious as I sat inside my black SUV, contemplating if she was even in there. A few more hours passed by when I felt my eyelids start to become heavy, a few yawns falling from my lips one after the other. I opened the car door and hopped out, deciding to stroll around in the crispy air for a bit and stretch my legs. Walking closer to the transparent glass of the diner, my gaze became still as I caught her giggling quietly to something I assume another employee was saying. Her cheeks flushed pink while he ran his bony fingers through her hair, her hands swatting his wandering hands away. My hands immediately clenched into a fist by my side, my brows coming down in a deep frown as I watched him lean forward to lightly peck each of her tiny fingers, making her giggle more.

Who the fuck was he?

I bit my lower lip, deciding to turn my head away from the romantic scene and pulled out a cigarette. She needs to come out before I go in there and get her myself. And she did. The moment she walked through the door, she was mine.

I was awaken shortly at the sound of my phone vibrating on the wooden table. Swinging my legs off the sofa, my feet came in contact with the warm, unscathed floor as I made my way into the dining room, picking up my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, mate!"

An embittered groan immediately erupted from the back of my throat at the familiar British accent yelling into the phone. I rolled my eyes to the back of head before grumbling.

"What do you want, Lou?" I asked, already feeling myself become agitated with him.

"Oh come on, Haz-"

"What do you want?" I say again, my voice coming out harsh as I tried to remain calm.

I heard a loud scoff come from the other line and a couple of other voices talking in the background. "I talked to my pops about getting you the job."

"What?" I asked, rather confused. He was always coming up with some shit that I never have a clue about.

"You got it."

This was the sixth time that I've applied to a job here in Fredericksburg this month. I've just said fuck it after being fired for the fifth time. Louis suggested I'd give it another try, but of course I was absent minded about it.

"Oh," I say, my voice coming out void and unfazed.

A raspy chuckle came through the speaker as I stared at the little photo of Noelle tugging onto someone I assume was her friend. It was her birthday and she had just turned five.

"Well, you better get tidied up soon because your first shift starts in ten minutes."

"What? " My eyes darted to the clock that hung on the wall and read, 7:50am. "Louis, what the fuck? When were you planning on telling me about this?" I growled. "You know I don't do shit last minute!"

"Oh for fucks sake, shut up. You should be grateful that I'm doing this. Now, go earn a couple bills, we're hitting the club tonight."

I ended the call with a simple "whatever" before snatching my keys off the counter and rushing out the door.

Noelle's point of view

"Noelle!" I heard Haylie yell from my room.

"Yeah?" I hollered back. I was currently in the bathroom applying a little bit of make up to my face for Kyle and I's "date" tonight. Staring at my reflection through the mirror, I delicately ran the brush along my chocolate, brown hair, letting the ends fall right above my shoulder blades. I finished my eyeliner and threw it back into my make up bag before walking out into my room.