"You've touched me without even touching me"
- milk and honeyAriana Marie
How could I forget. How in the hell was I supposed to go to work without a car. Seriously I didn't think this through.
Last night Harry had dropped me off at home and after that he was on his way home. I doubt ill see him again for awhile.
I had woken up to my screeching alarm clock and my cat constantly meowing at me to get her food. And little did I know I completely forgot I had work in 30 minutes and no vehicle to travel with.
I walked down stairs, placing my apron around my waist and yawning quit loudly. My eyes are still half closed and I feel like I just woke up from a fifity year nap. Grabbing my phone and name tag, I rubbed my tired eyes, grabbed my coat and scarf and found myself walking to my front door, giving the cat a pet goodbye and walking out. The same routine every day.
I stepped on my door matt and lt felt odly bumpy. I looked down to notice a lump on the matt and I lifted it up to reveal a set of keys and a note.
These aren't my keys. I picked them up to notice they belonged to a totally different car than mine, an expensive car. Placing the keys in my right hand, I grabbed the note and read it slowly
Dear Ariana Marie,
Car is in the shop, hopefully they can fix it.
For now on just borrow my car love, now please don't scratch my sandy! xx
H
H? I'm guessing that means Harry.I looked up to spot a black car in my driveway. I don't know cars to well but I know damn well this one is expensive.
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Driving to work was easier, I wasn't hearing any strange noises and I didn't seem to be stuck on the road. I kind of enjoyed the ride for once.
I just wish I could see harry again to thank him, but I don't know when that would be, could be till tomorrow, next year or possibly years.
The day moved by slow and the snow had finally stopped. Which in my end upset me very much. When its closing time its the quietest time this café has ever been and to watch the snow make its way down to the wet pavement was the moments that I loved most about this place.
"I'm surprised Harry isn't here yet" Melany said startling me.
"I guess, I mean he is always on and off coming here" I said cleaning down the counter infront of me. Its true. Sometimes he comes in once and just never comes back for another month.
"Yeah but I was sure he mentioned to me yesterday him and his buddies wanted to stop by." she said sweeping the floor.
His buddies? She must mean his friends he is always buying coffee for. It would be a sight to see them all, they all are probably very handsome and sweet. As I dozed off about Harry's friends looking just like him, I managed to make my way into the back to the break room for a little break.
I've been on my legs for hours, just alittle break is all I need.
As I let my mind wonder, the thought of last night seemed to slip through my mind. The way Harry spoke so elegance about this place and so mysterious, it sent chills throughout my body. Its has if he was a walking poet with no ending. He has this effect on me that I don't understand, for someone I barley know about other than he loves coming down here and buying five cups of coffee and wearing sunglasses even when its dark out.
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Fanfiction"You're like an open poet with a never ending rhythm, an artists blank canvas with never ending possibilities. You're different Harry Styles, I am so deeply madly in love with you"