£1.50 • hs

Chapter 3

As soon as I hear my alarms go off and I immediately want to throw it against a wall. I had the absolute worst night sleep ever; I think I might just close my eyes for a few more minutes...

I rub my eyes and yawn as I sit up the check the time.

Crap! I slept in for thirty minutes. I mumble curses to myself as I run out of bed and towards the bathroom to have a quick shower.

After the shortest shower of my life I walk to my wardrobe and pick out black jeans, baby blue jumper and my vans. I do my makeup quickly and no bothering with my hair, leaving it down in messy waves.

Running around the house like a mad woman, I go through all the things I need for today. Laptop? Check, Books for class? Check, Wallet? Check. Umm...anything else?

I scan the living room and see my phone and keys on the table, I walk over and pick them up and drop them in my bag, heading out the door.

Checking the time I realise I have only 25 minutes till my first class starts, I decide today I'll just get a takeaway and I should probably get a muffin or something as I didn't have breakfast at home.

My mum always forced me to have breakfast growing up; she'd always say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so I guess I'm just used to it.

Which reminds me, I should see my parents, we haven't spoken in a month or so and it would be nice to catch up with them. They're weird and slightly annoying but they're fun. They've split up but they're still good friends, I guess they just grew out of love with each other.

it's quite surprising that they haven't tried to arrange anything with me as they are really protective. I never thought I'd be the one making plans with them, but here I am pulling out my phone texting them both as I walk to Brewed.

To: Mum, Dad

Hey, haven't seen you in a while, would you like to come over to my apartment for dinner Sunday the 23rd? (Just over three weeks from now) Love you.xx

Just as I finish texting I see Brewed about ten meters away, I put my phone in my back and head towards the cafe, as I open the door two people already lining up, I huff. Are you serious!? I'm gonna be late.

The bell goes off causing the guy on the end of the line to turn and look at me.

Instantly I recognise who it is. Oh shit.

I try to contain the butterflies in my stomach as I walk towards Harry to join the end of the line.

Only a few seconds later the person at the front stood to the side and harry was now ordering.

I strain my ears to hear what he says, 'err, can I get a regular long black with one sugar please.'

I almost melt when I hear his voice, it is so perfect. I've honestly never heard anything like it; it's slow, deep and almost raspy, I could just hear him talk all day.

'That's £1.50' I hear the new guy say, Harry reaches into the back pocket of his worn out jeans and freezes.

'Shit' I barely hear him mumble, he looks back up at the new guy and runs his hands through his hair 'umm, sorry, I... err, forgot my wallet.'

Harry is just about to leave when before I can stop myself, I hear myself saying 'don't worry, I'll get it.' Both Harry and the guy behind the look at me with wide eyes, Harry turns so he's fully facing me 'are you sure?'

I smile 'yeah its fine it's just a coffee' he lets out a sigh of relief 'thank you so much, I'll pay you back. I can't go on without my morning coffee.'