Overprotected ▽ Narry Storan AU

Take three

Once we finished classes me and Luke walked towards the nearest Cafe.

It was a little cafe called 'Lune noire'.

They had the best pastries there. And the coffee.

oh my god the coffee.

God bless the old lady that made that cafe.

Well her and her husband.

The lady's name is Lauren. And her husband's name is John.

They're the cutest elderly couple ever, I swear.

Relationship goals to be honest.

No, like, really. I wanna be able to open a cafe with my future man and be able to be all cutesy and shït.

I mean, who doesn't?

"Ahhhhh Harry! My boy! You haven't visited us in some time! I was getting worried!" God forever bless Lauren. She thinks me not coming in four days is such a long time.

Because honestly,  I was here four days ago.
Yes, I dont really have a life out of school and I dont care.

"Sorry ma'am. I'm fine though. I've just  been in school, trying to organize everything. Not to mention work, talking about work, how did I even end up working ther-"

"YOU WORK?!" Luke, fuck off. I'm talking with the kind lady in front of me.

"Uh, yes Luke. I'm not just some jobless hobbo. How do you think I can afford all of my flower crowns and such nice clothes" I giggle and wiggle my eyebrows.

"Oh right okay. By the way sorry for interrupting. But we need to talk about this job of yours later" He muttered .

God what does he think I work in?

A fucking strip club? A corner selling drugs?

I wear fucking flower crowns for fucks sake. Not to mention I'm already listed to be valedictorian.

I heard Lauren laugh and as she went back behind the counter "Okay, so Harry now tell us why this fine lad is here with you!"

I could feel my eyes widen.

Duh Harry. They're attached to your body of course you could.

And I quickly yelled out a "GOD NO. LAUREN. I'M NOT A SLUT. HE'S JUST A FRIEND. HE HAS A BOYFRIEND"

Overacted much?

Yes.

Did I care?

No. My point had to get across.

You never have a point you mindless noob.

You're my brain, you're supposed to be on my side. Get your shit together brain.