That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Eighty-Six

Chapter Eighty-Six

* H a r r y *

Red face, yellow teeth, blue eyes, short hair, she was yelling at me. Only making want to scream back, but not in the public eye. That's why I hate speaking to anyone and towards anyone who knows me. I make problems, and I can't solve them for shit. Though, I can fix Darcy's but mine are worse. Yeah, I threw a drink at a customers face, it's only because he was being a douche.

"Then fucking firing me." I mumbled. Lenina was on the edge, took a deep breath and began to quickly withdraw what I was saying. She gulped loud enough of for me to hear, and looked at Darcy.

"Control him? I'll give him another chance." She informed Darcy, walking away without a single glance. It was weird that she let me stay working, yet awhile ago she was fussing and shouting her way over here and inside the shop when it happen. I'd rather quit than be in that shop again. I'll find another tea shoppe in the village of Cambridge for Darcy and I. I can't deal with these women except Darcy.

Darcy seemed upset yet in a mysterious state while she stood in front of me. Then she did something I have never of thought she have ever reacted with. A big laughter exploded out of her, and pointed at the direction Lenina walked towards. Not only did my anger of a few seconds ago was still in my emotion but, Darcy's laugh was helping me fade away the fury. Then I laughed at her and at her laugh.

"What the fuck Mary?" I laughed. "That's an ugly ass laugh." She laughed even harder and this side of her reveals even more confidence and carefree. I was expecting a lecture from her or a blow off. This is much more better than the two of her old self. Then I noticed. When was the last time she went to church? She practically is getting her hormones high. Only making it harder for me.

"Harry you are hilarious, and I think I have realized something after what just happen." She calms her laugh with small giggles in between her sentence.

"What?" I walk in front of her, setting the mood to a comfortable passionate confession mood. If that makes sense?

"I feel more free!!" She shouts as she throws her hands around me, then set her head on top of mine. "I have barely learned how to live it and with God in my mind in all times." She whispered in my ear. "You know?"

With that I smiled so big, my lips caught hers. I kissed her gently yet pressed so warmly with hers. Then I held her tight into my arms, and this why I would never trade her for anything.

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* D a r c y *

* PLAY SONG NOW *

Si - cut cer - vus - si - de - rat ad fon. - tea a qua - - rum... I began our cue for the sopranos entrance above all the other parts who have began their parts. It sounded lovely to my ears and to sing inside the choir room. I felt so free in here too, hearing the choir, made me so joyful. The song it self was beyond alluring, and felt it in my soft pallet throwing the sound out at my director, slapping him with our voices; our sound. Our director looked pleased, eyes closed, as he moved his hands so swiftly, and so mellowly to keep our tempo as a allegro moderato speed, giving us a pull to crescendo the stanza. He cut sopranos off mostly since we had the most rests. Then I turned a little over towards the tenor section, which was over in the other end of the risers. I saw Harry, his voice was heard, his lovely tenor voice filled my ears making me close my eyes as I sang my soprano part as well. His mouth opened perfectly, moving his head a little has the notes of the tenor part moved every once in a while. His eyes closed and opened as he held his notes, creating an endless tune of vibrato that sent chills around my skin. Harry looked beautiful singing, not that I have noticed that before, but seeing him sing choir songs makes me shiver that we have the same taste of interest. It feels like fate.