So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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Once again, you found yourself completely distracted by a certain young man. You caught yourself in the mirror several times throughout your shift and every time you had that same, stupid grin on your face. Happily stupid. Stupidly happy.
Twice you screwed up someone's order and even Clive had to point out that you'd been cleaning the same spot on the bar for the past 10 minutes. Clive, who hasn't had a coherent thought since the Tom Baker era of Doctor Who.
It didn't help that Tom was blowing up your phone with naughty texts all night. Bzzz Tom: I can still taste you.😛 Bzzz Tom: Thinking of growing my hair longer so you can get a better grip next time 😘 Bzzz Tom: You never did explain the 🍑&🍆 to me. Promise I won't be gentle.
Bill cleared his throat and made a face at you. You were pouring soda into a glass and it was overflowing all over the bar.
"You starting to crack, Y/N? Staring off into space. Maybe you need a holiday." He pursed his lips.
"Shit! Sorry! I'm fine, Bill!" you laughed sopping up the soda, "I'm just...happy." There it was again. That word was so unfamiliar to you.
"Maybe you should take some time off," he raised his eyebrows, like Mmmkay? "You've been working almost every day since you started."
You frowned.
"Take time off? No I'm- am I missing something here?" you asked confused, "Are you firing me or something?"
Bill sighed under his breath, "I tried," and sauntered down to the end of the bar.
What the fuck, Bill. Mind your own business.
"Have you got any hot bread?" You looked up and Harrison was standing in front of you, hands behind his back, looking at the bottles of liquor behind you, like it was some McDonald's menu board.
"Harrison," you smiled, "What are you going on about?"
"Like buns or something," he shrugged.
You gave him a strange look, "We've got...garlic bread?" you said slowly.
"That'll work and a Stella." He took a seat on the stool in front of you.
"Beer and bread," you teased, "How do you maintain that girlish figure?"
You popped the bottle cap and slid it over to him, leaning on the bar, "So, what's up, Haz?"
"I wanted to talk to you, without Tom around, and given that when he's not with you, he's with me, it's a bit difficult."
"I'm not sleeping with you," you said matter-of-factly.
Harrison threw you such a disgusted look, you couldn't help but start giggling.
"Feeling's mutual, bro," you laughed, holding your hands up, "What do you need to talk to me about."
