Always You (Harry Styles) COMPLETED

Part Six:

Always You:
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Part Six:
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Brinley's P.O.V:
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My eyes slowly blink open, not having to adjust to the blinding light as heavy and thick curtains covered the window. Wait.

This isn't my bedroom.

Turning around in the bed that I am in, I, immediately, see Harry, fast asleep, right next to me. Suddenly, the events from last night came straight back to me. Smiling, I reach my hand out, laying it lightly onto Harry's chest, gently tracing the swallows inked onto his chest. A low growl emits from Harry's throat, causing me to halt my actions, freezing in mid air.

"Do not stop." He softly says, his voice coming out raspy and a small smile coats his lips, causing two dimples to appear onto his cheeks. Giggling, I slap his chest and sit up in the bed, covering my bare chest with Harry's sheet. Looking over at Harry's clock that sat on his nightstand, my eyes bulged out of their sockets.

7:08am.

"Oh, God! I'm gonna be so fired!" I exclaim, wrapping the sheet around my body and quickly getting off of the bed. Harry follows after me, slipping on his boxers.

"I am late for work, too." Harry comments as I rush to get dressed.

I'm gonna be out of a job for sure.

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Rushing into the restaurant, I nearly fall over a few of my colleagues as I run to the back to clock on.

"You must be Brinley Abernathy." I frown, turning around, I come face to face with a tall man. Brown eyes, brown hair and tanned skin. I nod, sending him a confusing look. "I'm Liam Payne. I'm the new manager." He says, holding his hand out for me to shake. I grow even more confused. Shaking his hand, I throw my question at him.

"What happened to Mr Buster?" I ask him, wondering what the hell had happened to my boss in mere hours.

"He was fired by the new owner of the restaurant." He explains and I'm shocked.

New owner of the restaurant? I wonder who it is?

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"Brinley? Table six needs to served." Liam tells me and I nod, turning back around from collecting table one's cheque. A smile breaks out onto my face at who is sitting at the table. Walking over, I smile at him.