subside. // haylor au

three

That night seemed to have triggered something in me and it was a stop. I wasn't that curious about him anymore, he was not in my mind constantly like before and it felt good. Nothing was intriguing and I continued the days like nothing had happened.

I do see him, early in the morning, like at six in the morning, he'd be up at the breakfast place in the first floor and at eight he'd be out after reading the daily newspaper. Seeing him jog out was almost a routine, by the time I got down to have breakfast, he was out of the building to do his job or whatever he did. IT happened for a week and I watched him go in and out of the building for seven days, some days he'd come back with a drink, but that was it. It wasn't very eventful, but I find it interesting and just maybe he was up to something important.

Everytime he walked out of the building, it looked like he was always in a hurry, he was either on his phone, talking to someone on the way out or his eyes were just dead serious. His eyebrows formed a crease and his expression wasn't calm or relaxed, it showed more of a stressful side of him. Sometimes I wonder about his job and I don't know why, but I'd like to know about his job. I want to know about him, but his job was interesting. How could it even be this stressful? Why was it stressful? What does he do and who does he work for? The thought compelled me and my mind raced.

Well we wanted to get to know each other anyways, so why can't I join him when he goes out?

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My alarm rings at seven thirty and I stumble out of my bed, I don't know how he does this, waking up at six everyday would be torture for me.

The sleepiness devours me in the shower, but quickly evaporates when I head out the door because the curiosity steps in, waking me up.

Just when I was done, the clock hits seven fifty two and I hurriedly walk to the elevator. By the time I got to the first floor, I spot him. He was just leaving and the only thought I could tell myself was 'perfect timing'.

I sprint to catch up to his long strides and walk next to him. I notice his height, it was towering, the sun that barely shone through the chilly weather produced our shadows and his shadow unsurprisingly covered mine. Most men I've been with or are friends with were only an inch taller than me, as I stood about five foot seven, but Harry was indeed five inches taller, minimum, I stood just a little below his nose.

"Creeping again?" He asks, again that was a greeting, but I don't think he believes in that.

"Good morning." I reply, I can't stand not greeting people, personally, it's rude and unusual.

"Nice answer," He sarcastically replies and I roll my eyes, I'm pretty sure if I keep rolling them when Harry says something sarcastic, my eyes would roll out of it's socket.

"So where are you going?" I ask him.

"A place that you're not coming to." He answers.

"Why can't we hang out?"

"Why won't you stop messing with my bloody business?" He interrogates rhetorically.

"You were the one who told me that you wanted to know more about me too!"

"Well that was two in the morning, I didn't know what I was saying!"

"Admit it, Styles. You want us to be friends and so do I." I pressure him, hopefully it will work.

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"Oh grow up, Taylor."

"So that's a yes?"

"Fine."

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I didn't ask after that, it was just plain silence, it was so relaxing just being able to walk around town. It felt great to finally have something to do with my life. The weather was just fulfilling. The fresh air filled my lings and it was filled with joy. For once in weeks, I've felt so relaxed and overwhelmed by the surroundings around me. Even though the loud cars and the noisy chattering from the people were roaring with loudness, I didn't care. The city was astonishing and I looked forward to every step I took.