Gracie Hartman
I understand what you're thinking. Really I do. You're thinking, "She forgot. Big deal. Everyone makes mistakes. Why is she freaking?"
The answer to the question is...
Actually no. There is no answer to that question. Or maybe there is. I don't know. I don't even know it myself. What I do know though, was, I was determined. Why? Ha, still don't know.
Niall soon pulled up in front of the vintage looking Coffee Shop. I didn't wait for the car to fully stop before jumping out, letter in hand. I probably looked crazy.
Oh well.
Y.O.L.O.
Ew I just said YOLO.
Ew I said it again.
Ew.
No, I'm in a hurry. I pushed through the doors, and the college-looking barista looked at me.
"Sorry! We're closing up. We're not taking anymore orders." he said, turning back to what I could only assume was a coffee maker, and I just nodded, out of breath.
"That's-breath-okay-breath-.Although-breath-I-breath-think-breath-I-breath-left-breath-something-breath-here." I pushed out of my mouth.
"Oh, then. Sure. Go ahead." he nodded, and I silently thanked him, heading over to the almighty green cushioned chair, feeling around for a letter.
I frowned. No letter.
Oh well. Might as well put mine in.I slipped mine in between the cushions, making sure not to bend the paper.
But I was still angry.
I mean I rushed all the way here, when it turns out, he forgot too! Well fudge this.
I headed out. "Thank you!" I called, about to leave, when the barista called me back.
"Hm?"
"Are you Gracie?" he asked, casually like he should know me.
"Yes..no. Maybe.. Depends." I decided.
He laughed. "Your guy left this for you." he said, a box of chocolates in his hand and a small letter that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Harry?" I said, confused, accepting the gift.
"I don't know his real name but he referred to himself as 'Superman.'" he answered., chuckling as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
I oddly looked at him. "Oh well. Thanks again!" he nodded, as I left the building to see, Niall, jogging up.
"GRACIE! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT! JUMPING OUT OF THE CAR IS DANGEROUS WHAT DID HARRY FEED YOU I MEAN GOD YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN KILLED I ODN'T KNOW WHAT IS IT WITH YOU THAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN STILL JUMP OUT OF A MOVING-"
"OKAY NIALL I GOT IT. I'M SORRY!" I interuppted him, rolling my eyes.
Can you say Drama Queen?
'I was JUST making sure you understand." he huffed.
I rolled my eyes again, as we got back into his car, and he started driving.
"What's that?" he asked, looking over to the box of chocolates and letter, as if he was just noticing it.
Yeah, what is it?
Why chocolates? I wondered.
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Coffee House / 1D FIC
RomanceGracie Hartman is just trying to make it. She gave up everything, just to follow her dreams. She's a singer, and honestly a damn good one too. And someone else seems to think so too. She sings at a coffee house, and one day, that's when they came. L...
