Electric Dreams

Part 4

Morning rolled in in just a matter of hours and my tired eyes wanted to remain shut for the rest of the day but I need to go to work. I know if I stayed home I would just sulk about Harry and eat crap.

I pushed a hat into my bag, deciding against waking up an extra 15 minutes early to wash my hair so I could just throw that on at work.
My work clothes were a mess, having forgotten to wash my trousers and not bothering to iron my shirt I was sure I could pass as a homeless person. My mother would be disappointed, had she still been here to watch me enter adulthood.
I grabbed an apple and shoved it in my mouth as I attempted to pull my boots on in a hurry. My jacket was on and keys in my hand, I tossed the apple to the side and left the apartment. I took the lift to the ground floor and as I stepped out of the building the cool air of London greeted me, forcing me to cross my arms to shield my cold body.

I walked a few meters to the bike stands, and popped my helmet on. Having adjusted the straps on my bike gloves I turned the keys and the bike fired up and I pulled out of the parking lot.

My moodiness contrasted with the sunny sky above and I felt a hint of sadness as I watched a passing couple in a taxi beside me while we waited for the red light to change. I never thought I could feel so sad, so miserable about a boy who maybe didn't even love me anymore.

When I arrived at work, Melanie was sat on the steps taking a slow drag of her cigarette. She smiled at me as I walked up to her and greeted me with a hug.

"Are you prepared to cover my late shift tonight?" She asked, putting her cigarette out and tossing it to the ground.

" You owe me one" I grumble and she gives me a light side hug.
"Thanks dude" I rolled my eyes and we stepped into the small cafe, with a few people already accompanying the booths.

I walked through the kitchen to the back room, Mel following closely behind and high fiving Shane, one of our cooks on the way. Once we were in the room, I set my things on a table and ran a hand through my hair and grabbed the hat from my bag.

"You look like shit dude are you okay?" Mel questions right before lighting another cigarette. Melanies honesty has never been a huge problem for me but right now I didn't need reminding of the state I was in.
"I couldn't sleep" I lied. Well, half lied. Mel is really the only person I ever talk to about anything, apart from Luke and she knows Harry and I are very on and off and things aren't exactly normal between us but I decided against telling her about it this time.

Mel nodded and adjusted her cap on her head blowing smoke through her lips.

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Work seemed to drag and minutes felt like hours. I was frustrated and tired and wasn't in the mood to deal with customers or my boss who probably scolded me 5 times already for not looking presentable enough, being too slow, getting orders wrong and whatever else. I soon stopped paying attention. 

My mind was on Harry.

I was hurt to say the least. I know I seem like a bitch. But it was like he'd forgotten that time I nearly got raped, literally, at that dumb party that I shouldn't have gone to, and I was scared for my life. I called him so many times and in the end it was Gemma, his sister, who was forced to come to my rescue because he was too busy elsewhere and to this day I still don't know where he was when I needed him the most. And this time round I was unable to reach him, not once did he answer my phone calls or texts and I was forced to make other arrangements.