Saviour (Punk Harry Styles)

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It's Sunday. Business is usually slowest this time of the week. I've been working here since I was about sixteen. Im nineteen going on twenty so I'm pretty sire I know the ropes of this place. Ive lived in San Francisco, California all my life. I took care of myself because my father chose not to give a shit about my well being. My mother died of heart failure when I was a little girl. In all fairness, my father's hope and the little girl in me died with her. I still live with my Dad. I never see him considering he's usually out getting drunk or wasting all the money he makes gambling. If it weren't for me, we'd be out on the street.

"Triple A, can you cover my table? Liam is outside waiting for me. He's taking me out to dinner tonight."

"Sure Dani. Have fun. Tell him I said keep you safe."

"He will! Don't you worry," she laughs, "Bye!"

My nickname around the diner is Triple A because my full name is Alexia Athena Alexander. I guess it was only a coincidence. Danielle is the only friend I have that cares about me here. Her boyfriend, Liam, is a good friend of mine too.

I wipe off the countertops quickly before grabbing my notepad and pen to prepare to take the customer's order. I was adjusting my apron and flicking the loose strands of hair out of my face when I run into the side of the table.

"Oops, sorr-"

The words jumbled in my brain as I looked up. All I could see were this deep jade orbs. They were breathtakingly green. There was a ring of gray on the inner part of the pupil. I couldn't speak as he stared back.

"I'm uh sorry. W-what can I uh get for you today?" I mumbled.

"It's funny how the only time something is my choice, is when I'm ordering from a menu," the stranger said.

"Pardon?"

"Don't you wish you had more control of your life?"

What?

"In my case, I have too much control. I'll just start by getting you a coffee then?"

"No, no. Make it a beer," he replied quickly.

"Coming right up."

I walk away slowly almost turning around to say something, but I hold my tongue and leave to the back to get a beer. As I'm preparing his beer, it's nothing fancy just putting it in a glass of ice with a lemon wedge in the corner, I stop to think about what he said to me. I understood exactly what he said, but I couldn't come up with a reason why he said it.

I walk back to the table and deliver his beer carefully. I have really bad social skills but they're slowly improving since I'm a waitress.

"Here you go."

"Thanks," he said.

"You're welcome."

I walked back to my spot behind the counter and I watch him. No I study him. He hair is the color of chocolate and he has small curls that surround his ears and the corner of one eye. His lips are plump and pink and his nose is perfect. All of his features are perfectly distorted. It's intimidating, but lovely to look at.

"You know, staring at strangers is frankly rude," he commented without looking at me.

Shit. I didn't realize I was staring, he just fascinated me in a way? Wow I sound like an obsessive teen.

"Sit with me," he says motioning to the empty chair.

I look around and the diner is still empty. He's practically our only customer so I oblige with his request. I sit down and at the corner of my eye I can see him watching me.

The silence was awkward. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to him. I've always been good with strangers, but he had a different effect on me.

"What did you mean?" he asks.

"About what?"

"When you said 'In my case, I have too much control'."

"It's a long story that's personal for me and I don't feel comfortable telling it to a mysterious stranger."

"Mysterious?"

I nod slowly.

"Well. I have nothing but time and since I'm a stranger, it wouldn't matter any would it?" he says while the corner of his lip twitches.

Damn it. I don't have a rebuttal.

"Why do you want to know anyway? What does it matter to you?"

His lips pulled up into a little smile and he looked down at the table and back to me.

"Because maybe I wouldn't have to spend time feeling sorry for myself."

"You say that like my life is a misfortune."

"If that weren't the case you wouldn't be so reluctant to tell me would you?"

There was a silence and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. He was still watching me. His deep green eyes were like lasers on my skin.

"You don't know me," I told him.

"Never said I did."

"That's what you're implying."

"Precisely not. I asked a simple question and you got offended."

"No I didn't," I said my voice raising slightly.

"No offended isn't the word, but defensive? Yes."

In my head I was fuming. He aggravated me and I didn't even know him.

"Do you do this regularly?"

"Do what?" he asks.

"Annoy people."

"Why do you say that?"

"Why do you answer everything with a question?"

"Do I?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry," he said, "That one was not intentional, but you're changing the subject. I asked about you."

I looked down at my hands and played with my thumbs.

"Tell me, are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft.

This caught my attention. I was taken aback by his question because for the first time, I didn't know that answer. All I did was shake my head.

"Are you?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why so?"

I looked at him long and hard and he stared at the table. His skin turned a pale white as if he'd seen a ghost. I was going to touch his hand but I found it ironic considering I was about to say I hated him. I don't know why, but I don't like not helping people. I have a soft spot for that. He stood abruptly and headed for the door.

"Some other time. By the way, I'm Harry."

Author's Note:

How do you like the first chapter? (: Vote & Comment! I'm really excited about writing this. I hope you enjoyed it. Im uploading the next two chapters tomorrow. Ily bye.