The bell attached to the door dings as I enter the small, warm coffee shop. I inhale the aroma before making my way to the counter to order. I rub my hands together in an attempt to warm them up. I cannot believe I forgot a coat when it's snowing outside.
"Hi, what can I get you?" A boy with a charming smile and a little scruff on his chin asks. He's got tan skin, ice blue eyes, and black hair that kind of looks like Aladin's.
"Uh, can I get a Java Chip Frappuccino?" I ask, pulling my money out of my pocket.
"That will be $4.82. Can I get a name for that drink?" He gives a smoulder as he holds a sharpie to my cup.
"Hunter," I reply as I hand him a ten dollar bill. "Keep the change."
"Thanks! Your drink will be out momentarily." He winks as he leaves to the back. I walk away to the table I usually take in the corner and have a seat.
"Hunter," I hear as my drink appears on the counter. I quickly walk up and grab it before sitting back down and looking out the window.
I watch the Christmas lights twinkle and the people pass by. They all look so happy. A growl from my stomach brings me out of my trance, and I look up to see the aggravating boy from earlier. I put a hand over my empty stomach.
"Jesus Christ, what now?" I whine as he stands there smirking.
"Are you following me?" He jokes.
"Right, because it's not like I got here first or anything." I retort sarcastically as I roll my eyes and look back out the window to the grey morning sky, hoping he'd go away.
"Looks like you've got a little admirer." He grins as he points to my cup. My eyes follow his gaze and I see the phone number of the boy behind the counter written on my cup saying, 'Call me. xx'
"Guess so.." I trail off. It stays quiet for a moment. "Can I help you with something?"
"Why're you alone? Don't you have any friends?" He questions.
"I don't need friends." I snap.
"Everyone needs friends, Hunter." He says quietly.
"Maybe you, but not me." I get up and grab my coffee before fast walking out of there. I sigh when I step into the cold, dry air. I drag my tiny body across the street in hopes to get into the warm restaurant quickly.
"You're late." My boss sing-songs nonchalantly, never looking up from the papers he's working on, used to me being late.
"What's new?" I ask rhetorically as I grab my apron, walking behind the counter. I tie the deep red apron around my neck and waist, then redo my messy bun before picking up my flannel and walking out of the bathroom and behind the counter. I shove the shirt onto a shelf under the counter before taking the coffee pot in hand and filling one of our regulars' mugs up.
"You staying out of trouble, Ellis?" I ask the older, sliver-haired man at the bar as I put the coffee pot back onto it's holder.
"You know I try, Ms. Hunter." He jokes.
"You better, or I'm gonna come find you." I stick my tongue out at him.
The bell above the door rings and deep voices fill the small diner, indicating someone has entered. I cringe as I look up to see the five dreaded boys from earlier. As the older boys seat themselves, Harry and I make eye contact. He tries to hold it, but I roll my eyes and turn the window to the kitchen. I grab the plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes and bring it over to the table with a single old lady sitting happily. My stomach growls as the scent of the meal fills my nose. I press my hand to my stomach to stop it from thinking I'm hungry. As I stroll over to my boss, I feel the boys' eyes burning holes through me.
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thin // harry styles
Fanfic"you tried to change, didn't you? closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... you can't make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that."
