Gone ~H.S~

Chapter 3

 "What about this one?" I said to Phillipa pulling a lace corset gown from the racks.

"I think she'll love it" Phillipa said taking the dress from me and taking it to the room for the bride. I went back to my desk to finish filling out the calender for the next month. I also wrote up a reciet for the dress I helped Phillipa pick out. She was right. The bride loved it. After finished all of my regular work I went back to the design room a.k.a my personal paradise. I couldn't get enough of it. I finished the first part of the dress, the skirt. It still needed a lot of work though. I started pinning fabric to begin the top part of the dress. 

"This is amazing Cheyenne" Uncle Randy told me the next day. I asked him to come to the shop and look at my dress. He has always been more of a father to me than my own dad. He wasn't really my uncle but I had always called him that when I was little and it just stuck. 

"Thanks" I said adjusting a piece, "It's not done yet though. I still have to do the strap" I told him.

"Well it looks pretty damn good. Come on, I'll buy you dinner and we can catch up" he told me as we headed for the door. I never really got to see Uncle Randy anymore. He barely left Holmes Chapel but when he did come to London I spent as much time with him as I could. He was how I stayed connected back at home.

"So your sisters dating someone new" he said as we sat at a small cafe. 

"What happened to oh so dreamy Kyle?" I asked opening my menu.

"Something about he's a douche and he's just boring" he said qouting her exact words.

"Ahh so you mean to tell me that the guy she swore was the one, isn't the one" I mocked what she told me about six months ago.

"Not at all" he said shaking his head. "He seems ok. He seems like he's a gentleman and everything" he told me before telling the waitress his order and I followed with my order.

"So do tell me what is going on with you and Harry Styles?" he asked when the waitress walked away. Uncle Randy kept up with everything going on in his families lifes. Everything.

"We're just friends" I told him sipping my tea.

"Yea cause 6 years ago you guys were a lot more than friends" he said raising his eyebrows at me.

"We're just catching up with one another" I told him.

"Ok, ok" he said, but I knew he wasn't satisfied with that answer.

"When's the first time you drank?" Harry asked. I slumped farther into the tub and put my phone on speaker.

"Tonight or ever?" I asked before taking a swig from the Coconut Malibu Rum I had sitting on the side of the tub.

"Ever" I could hear him take a drink too.

"That bonfire you took me to when we were like 13" I told him.

"Seriously? You little liar" 

"I didn't want you to think I was a loser" I told him. 

"I've always thought you where a loser"

"How sweet"

"Ok your turn"

"Um ok, have you ever been in true love?" I asked taking another swig.

"Only once" he said without thinking.

"And who was that?" I asked taking a sip of my coke this time.

"Now if I told you,  it wouldn't be a well kept secret now would it?" he asked. I didn't push him.