You Only Live Once

The Day They Met

Dahlia Winters PoV

{song in media center!!}

It was a cold day here in Washington. I hated it. Rainy, as usual. I know I loved the rain. But not mixed with all the stress of work and just today.

I walked down the street, knowing I had to walk quite a few blocks to get to my house. Yeah, I walk to and from work everyday. I like the excersize.

As I reached the corner, just to my luck, it started down pouring. And I mean, down pouring. My clothes were getting soaked and disgusting and I was just all over the place. I couldnt walk the rest of the way home without literally drowning myself, so I made my way into the nearest building. I dried my feet on the rug and shivered as some lady walked to me. "You're late!" she said and shoved me towards the elevator. "Umm?? Excuse me?" I responded as she shoved me into the elevator and handed me a tray of coffees. "We hired you to be early! Not on time, and definitely not late!" she said and pressed a button as the doors closed. Well this was just awkward. I looked at the elevator and there was a sign that said 'Stereo Sky Records.' Fuck. I'd be delivering coffee to some famous wannabe assholes. Well, it was a place to stay dry for a few hours. I can get over it.

When the elevator doors opened, I walked into the hall and read the paper that said room 115. I walked down the hall to the room and walked inside. "Hello? Coffee!" I said as I walked in.

Thats when I saw a man about my age in the recording room singing softly. "Oh, my stomach’s tied in knots, I’m afraid of what I’ll find if I see you again tonight, Ooh ooh.." he sang into the mic when the man recording cut him off. "Coffee break kid! You're a good one!" the recorder said and hopped up, grabbing a cup from my tray. The man in the recording studio walked out with a sullen look on his face. "Thanks, man." he replied to the recorder and grabbed a cup. I set the tray down on the small table nearby, unsure of what to say or do. The recorder walked out of the room, leaving me here alone with the singer. His dark hair fell around his face and his blue eyes looked rather sad and disgruntled.

"Are you okay?" I asked, figuring he could use someone to talk to. When he didn't answer and just looked at me, I sighed. "Look, Im not just the help. You can talk to me, I've been told Im a good listener." I said. He sighed softly, sipping his coffee. "Girl troubles?" I asked softly. "How'd you know?" he looked at me a bit confused. "Im a girl, I just know." I grinned as I saw a small smile on his lips. "Well, yeah. My girlfriend is cheating on me...and well it's just fucking with my head." he said and sipped his coffee again. I looked at him, realising just how sad his blue eyes looked when he said that. "Well, if she cheated on you, then she's a slut." I responded and rested a hand on his shoulder. "I cheated on her first so I understand why she did.." he said. "God Im such a terrible person.." he started to cry and rub a hand down his face. Shit. Im not good at comforting people. But he was crying and I was panicking. So next thing I knew, I was hugging him and wiping his tears. "Shhh...it's okay.." I said softly.

+{time skip}+

Me and Harry were pretty good friends by the end of my 'job shift.' I explained how I wasn't actually a coffee girl. And he told me about his band Sleeping with Sirens. We exchanged numbers and I headed home to sleep.