Over the summer, since I wasn't taking any classes at the uni, I decided to get a part-time job, just something to do to get an extra bit of cash, even if it wasn't a lot.
I managed to score a job at a gas station that was like 3 minutes tops from where Niall and I lived. I had yet to really get to know my co workers, but mostly I worked with a guy named John, who I've already labelled as a total asshole.
I've always been the kind of person who liked to look past appearances and not judge someone based on how they appear, but sometimes I feel like judging someone could be a safety issue. If you see a guy who looked like he wanted to murder someone, you would instinctively stay away from them; it's a human instinct. I didn't judge John because I thought he looked "uncool" or whatever, I judged him because he looked dangerous.
I mean, the guy had a bright green mowhawk that made him look much taller than he already was, he had several piercings on his face, tattoos lined up along his arms (one of them consisting of a naked girl smoking a cigarette and a demon baby playing with a lighter), and he just looked like he wouldn't hesitate to pulverize anyone if he got pissed.
So needless to say, I stayed out of his way. He was a man of few words. We only talked when we absolutely had to, and we didn't go out of our way to know each other.
But seriously, John was the kind of guy that could give you goosebumps just by looking at him.
Anyway, it was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was restocking some of the products in the back. I turned around to get another load, but I was shocked to see myself face to face with none other than Harry Styles.
"You again," I greeted with a grin.
"We seem to run into each other quite often," be observer, mirroring my smile. He wore a black and red plaid shirt buttoned nearly to the top, but the very top didn't button so I could see just a hint of his chest; his hair looked wipsier than usual, and he had dark, sleek sunglasses held in his hand. All in all, the guy was hot, and for a moment I wondered how the hell Denise ever snagged him in the first place.
"I know." I said. "Are you stalking me or something?"
Harry jokingly raised his arms, "You caught me. I couldn't help it, Jess; I'm madly in love with you, ever since you first asked me if you could paint my toenails."
I giggled at that. Like I said before, Harry was cool and funny, so I found myself wishing he worked here instead of John.
"Anyway, can I help you with anything?" I asked, glancing back at the counter.
"No, I was just getting gas, but I saw you here in the back, so I thought I'd stop and say hello."
"Oh, well that was very nice of you." I said, motioning for him to follow me. "But I'll ring you up. See, I'll get into trouble if I talk to anyone too long. I am labelled as a troublemaker, but only to a certain extent."
