Emily's P.O.V
I walk towards the giant wooden door and dig through the random stuff in my pocket for the keys. I unlock the door and take off my shoes the door. The kids pushed past me as they chased each other down the hall. I take a deep breath to calm down as I step into the kitchen. I have only been here for less than 30 seconds and I'm already pissed off. I see Kayla cooking in the kitchen. The strong sent of chicken and burning stings my nose. Kayla was too busy sorting out the kids to notice the chaos that was going on.
"Stop it! Watch out! No, don't.." A loud smashing sound makes me cringe. I roll my eyes at the amount of respect the kids have.
"Alright, that enough!" I growl sending the kids quiet. "Everyone upstairs, I will call you down when dinner is ready." They moved slowly towards the stairs not leaving eye contact with me.
"Now!" I yell sending the kids scurrying up the stairs. I surprise myself with what I have just done, I usually don't care about this stuff and walk straight past the scene but I had to get my anger out on something. I look over to Kayla and I can tell she is surprised too.
"What was that?" She smiles cheekily.
"I don't know." My mouth was ajar at my choice of words.
"Well, I needed that." She chuckles before she bends down to gather the broken glass. I don't say anything and walk up the steep stairs. I walk slowly down the hall staining at the heads peaking through their doors. They closed as I passed them and I roll my eyes. I can't wait till I leave. I unlock my door and release my tears I've been holding down for the whole shift and walk home. I let myself fall on my and grab my phone. I wonder if Harry has texted me. No, I decide to call Aria. She doesn't live as far away from the Café so she must already be home. The phone rings 6 times and she picks up.
"Ari, are you home?" I say weakly.
"Not exactly..." She trails off. What does she mean?
Aria's P.O.V
"Not exactly..." I trail off before staring at Harry next to me. He mouthed 'Who is it?' I furrow my eyes and mouth 'Emily' Back. He rolls his eyes and looks away trying to get distracted.
"Where are you?" I could tell she isn't gonna like it if I tell her I'm with Harry. Of I lie she will find out always and will not talk to me for a while.
"I'm just walking home with a friend." I half lie. Well not completely as Harry is my friend.
"Who?" She asks. It's like she already knows. I debate with myself if I should tell her if it's Harry or not. Well she will find out anyways so why lie?
"Harry." I simply say. She didn't speak for a while, I wonder if she hung up. I look up at Harry and he looks down at me.
"Why?" She sounded disappointed. I don't know why she is so upset. Only because she is in an argument with him doesn't mean I can't be his friend.
"Because I Lo..." I hung up before she could finish the sentence. Harry looked down at my phone and back at me.
"What was she saying?" He is obviously clueless. How does he not know? It's like so obvious.
"I don't know, I hung up because I didn't want to get into an argument." I shrug as we took the next corner. We arrive at my front door and I don't knowing I should invite him in or not? He is still my bestfriend but I need to call Emily to tell why I hung up.
"Do you wanna come in?" I ask. He half smiled before nodding. Maybe he wants to talk to me about Emily? He doesn't usually come to my house but when he does it's either when he needs advice or when he needs to borrow something. I step step aside and let him enter my small house. I follow shortly behind and let the door fall closed. He sits on the vintage couch that my gran gave to us and lays his head back on the cushion.
"Want any... Tea?" I remember Harry likes tea over coffee. I don't have much tea but I will try to find some somewhere in the kitchen.
"Yeah, Thanks." He smiles I hand him the remote. He turns the t.v on and watches a re-run of family guy. I enter the cold kitchen and search the dirty kitchen for tea bags. I spot one on the top shelf and climb onto the hard counter to get it. I hate being small. I want to be tall, not supermodel tall but only a little bit. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. I grab tea bag and leave it on the counter before I exit the kitchen and walk straight into the living room. I look at Harry and he turns to look at the door. I shrug and go to open it and my eyes widen at who was behind the door. His blue eyes stare into mine and then looks at Harry. I could see anger take over his eyes as he pushes past me.
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DUN DUN DAAAAAHHH. Who is this guy? Oh my, you will never know. okay you will know next chapter haha, bye lovelies. Xxx
