Deliquent

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~~~Vanessa's POV~~~
"Come on!! I'm gonna be late for work!" I scream, pounding on the bathroom door.

My little sister Danielle loves to hog the bathroom in the mornings knowing that I have to be at work.

"You snooze you lose!" She yells from the other side of the door.

I look at my phone to check the time and it's already 7:35 and I have to be at work by 8. I decide to skip the shower this morning and rush to put my uniform on. I stare at my ridiculously tangled curly hair and decide a bun is the best choice for now. I finger detangle a few of my long dark brown curls before giving up and just deciding to deal with it later. I quickly apply some chapstick and mascara before rushing down the stairs to grab some food.

Late or not I couldn't live without eating and having a coffee before going to work. Luckily for me my dad loves me enough to have breakfast ready. I grab the breakfast sandwich he left me on the counter and my coffee cup before writing him a quick note letting him know that i'm leaving.

"Thank you for breakfast, I love you xoxo Nessa."

I check the time again and it's 7:50, if I speed in the carpool lane I can make it to work just on time.

———————-10 minutes later—————

"Are you fucking kidding me??"! I yell as I sit in traffic with hundreds of other cars rushing to get to work.

Just then my phone vibrates a few times.

Jenna: Where are you??
Jenna: Doug is gonna be on your ASS.
Jenna: I'll cover for you as long as I can but HURRYYYY

Me: I'm in traffic!! I'm on my way :(

I take a deep sigh knowing this will be my 3rd strike with our late policy. But i'm praying that he'll have mercy on me and not fire me knowing how much I need this job.

10 minutes later I make it to work, running through the door careful to avoid Doug (our manager from hell). And quickly sliding behind the counter catching my breath at the same time.

"Where were you?" He walks over tapping his fingers on the counter.

"What do you mean? I've been here?" I say trying to keep my cool, knowing if I even show the slightest bit of fear he'll see right through me.

"Oh really? Okay then, I just didn't see you I guess. Get to work" He says with narrowed eyes as he walks away.

"You're so lucky you know." Jenna says as she places a box on the counter next to me.

"What do you mean?"

"Doug has a huge crush on you, that's why you can get away with so much." She nudges my shoulder.

"Ew! No he doesn't! Im just a good liar." I beam.

"He will literally do anything for you and you know it. Shit if I were you i'd take full advantage." She smirks.

I roll my eyes at her. "I'm good, i'm just here to do my job that's it."

"Suit yourself." She shrugs.

Work goes by slowly as usual, you can't really expect much excitement when you work at a small bookstore. The only thing that makes this job worthwhile is Jenna, she's been my best friend since 7th grade and we're practically inseparable.

"I'm so ready to go home, I have binge watching to do." Jenna says as she puts her long blonde hair into a ponytail.

"You do that every night, get a life." I joke with her.

"I'll get one when you do, Miss 'I have to study' all the time." She rolls her eyes.

"You know it's been my dream to go to NYU forever, I want to get out of this small town and explore the big city." I begin to daydream about how in love I am with new york.

Aside from the beautiful scenery and fashion of New York, I've always wanted to be a writer and nothing sparks more inspiration to me than the city. My mother is from New York and she promised to take me on my 16th birthday, but sadly she got sick and didn't make it to my birthday. So now all my travel money has went to helping my father support me and my sister, and as much as I love them I can't help but be sad about not going to new york.

The sound of the door snaps me out of my daydream and I look up to see a man wandering around the front.

"It's your turn to help the customer." Jenna smiles and I give her the finger.

I walk over the tall man and the closer I get the more attractive he gets. He has long curly hair and his body is slim but pretty toned from what i can tell.

"Hi, can I help you find something?" I ask him.

"Actually, I was hoping to find out if you guys are hiring." He says in a thick raspy british accent.

"I can take your name and number down if you'd like, and give it to my manager tomorrow." I smile at him and he nods.

"Names Harry..Uhh Styles." He says as if he's unsure what his own name is.

"And number?"

"Actually I can just come in tomorrow, i'd rather speak to the manager in person sorry." He says then quickly leaves.

"What a strange man" I think to myself. I look down at my piece of paper "Harry Styles."