It was my second year as a student at NYC. I was finally a Sophomore, after a long, hard, and emotional Freshman year of college.
Raine was doing so much better. She acted just as normal as she did before the whole Niall thing. There was only two things that made Raine go back to her Stockholm syndrome self.
One of those was at the mention of Niall's name. She would just burst into tears, but luckily she was crying because she didn't want to go back instead of wanting to go back.
The other thing was when she was around the one and only Harry Styles.
I rarely saw Harry anymore, but when I wasn't in the apartment, he would come and visit Raine. He was trying his best to get her to forgive him. He was doing that with a lot of us those days.
But when she saw him she would get all sweaty and start hyperventilating. The doctors said that it was a rare side effect, but nothing to worry about. She told Gemma and I that she wanted to forgive him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, and honestly I could relate with her on that one hundred percent.
Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of that summer before my sophomore year, I would go to work, and Harry would go to my apartment to earn trust back from people that he shared blood with.
Sometimes I would see him on the street and I would try my best to avoid eye contact with him, but he would always stop me to beg for forgiveness.
He would never let me go until he had the chance to give me a long speech that I never wanted to listen to. It would go something like "I still love you, please forgive me, please I'm begging you, I don't think I can live without you."
I would she brush him off of me and walk away, although sometimes his speech was so convincing that it was actually hard to walk away.
If it were up to Harry, him and I would have crossed paths every single day, but I quickly learned that I would have to take a different route to avoid him.
It was his idea to have the time with Raine and Gemma. At first he wanted me to be there too, but there was no way in hell I would have even considered that. I told Gemma that he
could come as long as I wasn't there, and he didn't take it very well, but he eventually learned that it was his only chance to talk to them.I was working at the limestone one day with Louis who had became extremely close to me in a non romantic way.
I was turned around facing the coffee pot, turning everything on, when I heard Louis' medium pitched voice mutter something from behind me.
"Oh dear."
I turn around and immediately regretted it when I saw Harry walking and opening the door to walk in.
Louis made eye contact with me and gave me a look that told me that he would take it from there, so I walked to the back.
Standing in the kitchen from the back, it was easy to hear everything that went on at the bar. So of course I was going to eavesdrop on the conversation that the two were having.
"Hi how can I help you today." I heard Louis say in the most sarcastic happy voice I had ever come out with of his mouth. I snorted out loud by accident and quickly covered my mouth.
"Erm...actually I was just wondering if Skyler Jefferson is working today?" Harry asked him.
The funny thing was that Harry didn't know who Louis was at all, but Louis knew everything that I did about Harry.
The only reason Louis knew who Harry was when he walked into The Limestone, was because I had pointed Harry out while he was walking past the store on the streets, or at school.
"Sorry mate she isn't in today, better luck next time though." Louis replied still being extremely sarcastic.
"Please bro, just stop covering for her I saw her walk back to the kitchen." Harry muttered, and I could tell he was trying his hardest not to crack.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't believe I can get a Skyler for you, but could I interest you in one of our new fudgy brownie cupcakes?"
I could sense a fight coming on and I knew that Harry would hurt Louis so badly that I would never forgive myself.
I peeked out the kitchen to and saw Harry standing there in his usual white v-neck t-shirt and black skinny jeans with holes in the knees. He was clenching his jaw and giving Louis a death glare. If looks could kill and Louis was a cat, he would have lost all nine lives in a split second under Harry's glare.
"I am just going guess that you aren't really into chocolate, maybe you like blueberry muffins?" Louis said still egging it on.
"Don't push it Lou." I whispered to myself.
Louis had a tendency to playfully criticize people, and some people had great humor and could take it, but others get pissed.
And at that moment, Harry was an other.
"Can you just tell her that I came by." Harry said through his teeth. "Even though I know her and she was most likely listening to our whole conversation." With that he looked up and made eye contact with me. The world stopped for what seemed like hours, but was only about two seconds of him staring straight into my heart through my eyes.
I could see how much pain he was in, and it hurt me to see him like that. But there was no way I could put myself through everything I had been through my freshman year again.
Harry put his hands through his hair in frustration, then stormed out of the cafe.
I walked back out to the open area where Louis was taking a huge breath of relief.
"Louis do you know how dumb you are?" I asked slapping his shoulder.
"What I just asked the guy if he wanted a cupcake or a muffin. Just doing my job." He smirked and turned around to finish turning on all the coffee machines.
"Okay, well when you end up with a black eye and a broken nose don't come crying to me." I told him and took a customer's order.
I turned around and heard him mutter something about that when he cried it was in a cool way.
I scoffed at him, and then fixed the customers food.
A/N: Don't worry guys I didn't forget about Louis. I'm trying to make his personality as close as it can get to the real Louis and I think I'm going to have some fun with that. ;)
By the way, thank you all so much for 5k reads!!! I never even dreamed that 100 people would actually be interested in anything I wrote, let alone 5 thousand!
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