Different || h.s

0.2|| The Wait

THAT PICTURE IS OF MORGAN'S DOG, MACKIE OKAY ITS A BOSTON TERRIER.

Harry's fingers twitched as he stacked the records on the shelf. I don't want her to come back, I don't want her to come back ran through Harry's mind as he walked away from the shelf. He thought she would have to be smart enough not to come back anyway. He scratched his neck and rubbed his eyes, having to wake up early for work at 9:00 am, yes, that is what Harry Styles classifies as early. He approached his boss and, for the first time, he had a dislike towards her. He never thought he'd see the day...

Morgan's nails scratched the surface of her desk, the paint chipping off. She dusts the chips to the side and continues to scratch the desk. She looks up to see her mirror and frowns. The large birthmark covers half her face, making her feel disgusted in herself. She touches he mirror slowly and smiles sadly.

"That's just how life is, Morgan." She mumbled to herself and let out a sigh. Her hair covered the half of her face and she laid on her bed. Her bed was so comfortable in the morning, the sun shines through the window and it makes her feel great. She lifts her hand up to raise it in the sun. Sun beams shine through the gaps between her fingers and warm her face. She smiles and plops her hand by her side, letting out a deep sigh and rolling into her covers.

"Morgan!" Someone yelled from her apartment hallway. She didn't answer. Instead she waited for the person to walk straight through the door. And that they did.

"Hello darling." Her mum, Jessica, smiled at her from the door, Morgan's Boston Terrier, Mackie, tumbling in behind her and jumping up onto her bed beside her. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come out for breakfast?"

"Can it be the pet one?" Morgan sighed as she got up from her bed, patting her hair down to get rid of the mess. Mackie jumped all over Morgan as she tied her dark blonde hair into a high ponytail. She grumbled and pushed Mackie off her.

"Anything you want, honey." Her mum smiled and helped her get all of her stuff. Morgan always thought her parents only helped her and gave her what she wanted because they felt sorry for her. Ever since she was 8, she knew she wasn't normal. Her parents did everything to put a smile on her face. Her older brother, Trey, goes to college. He always stood up for her when he was younger, yet, she can tell he becomes very embarrassed at times.

Morgan and her mum headed out of her apartment, Mackie on her lead. They made small talk as they headed for the cafe shop for pets and people. Morgan seemed to love it, so her mother constantly took her there.

"How was your day yesterday, honey?" Morgan's mother asked as she fixed up her sunglasses in the bright California sun. Morgan hated talking about how her days have been. She does nothing. She sits at home and listens to records all day and eats mac' n' cheese. However, she hasn't updated on her records since the Target boss kicked her out. Morgan rolled her eyes to herself and frowned as the sun hit her face.

"Well," She huffed, "I got kicked out of Target." Morgan's mum turned to her with wide eyes.

"You're joking." She gushed as they approached the shop, taking seats. 

"Nope." Morgan shook her head and put Mackie in with all the other pets in the shop. 

"Why?" 

"The bosses kid was scared of my face!" Morgan flew her hands in the air for emphasis. 

"No way!" Her mother gasped and held her hand to her chest.

"Yes way!" Morgan nodded.

"People these days." Her mother shook her head in disagreement. "Total twats." Morgans eyes widened and her mum gave her a small 'sorry' as the waiter came to take their orders.