Made by Mistakes

Chapter 1// Netflix and Tears

Mia's POV//

It was 16:00 and the day absolutely dragged, who would've thought working a simplistic job in a café could take so much out of you? I worked endlessly all day, I didn't get a break because not only did I have to do my shift but I had to do Karen's as well, meaning that I had to work from 06:00 until 16:30. That was too long in my eyes. My boss had been nagging on that I wasn't doing enough; "smile at the customers", "do not lose your patience when they can't decide", "pick up your feet" and my least favourite "do not talk back if they are rude, just smile sweetly". It wasn't my fault that the coffee was too hot, just wait for it to cool down instead of coming for me for something I cannot change. It's not that I hate this job because I don't, I like the baby blue walls and cosy feeling you get when you walk in, but I hate not being enough and I hate getting constantly degraded by my peers, yet I can't lose this job. 

It was 16:10 and I was just doing the usual, making coffee, serving cakes, faking a smile to each customer that walks in. My mind was bouncing off a million things trying to entertain myself, oooh look at those sunglasses she has on they're pretty, ooh look at his hair colour that's cool, oooh look at how cute that old couple is and so on. That was until I happened to stare for too long at this woman obnoxious bright yellow coat and happened to have dropped three damn cups of cappuccino onto the linoleum floor. My reaction would have been a hundred curse words but the disappointed glares from the people around me meant that I had to bite my tongue and only let a sigh escape from my lips. I was not only embarrassed but also extremely stressed out. I squatted down and tried desperately to clean the brown mess from the floor with a towel but the bits of broken mug still remained. That was until a hand reached out in front of me, I didn't look up because to be honest I was already a blushing wreck and just hoped to clean  the puddle and escape as quick as I could. So I did as the people sat with glares piercing at me. I was horrified and a small "thank you" muttered from my mouth at the unknown person as I hung my head down and walked into the backroom. Where I was greeted with words that defeated me but also relieved me.

"Just go home, Mia, you really messed up today."

I tore off my apron and hung it onto the hanger inside my work locker, I was so exhausted from the entire day that I just grabbed my bag, took my hair out, re tied the laces to my black vans and walked out for a smoke. I left the building in such a rush the door slammed at an unplanned volume and I stood there by the wall of the small café, wondering what to do. The wind rushed through my brown hair and I was disgusted at the cold temperature that hit me.

I was stood there for a solid five minutes slowly smoking, trying to ignore the seeping feeling of self hate and the tears building up in my eyes as I thought of my plans for the night: I could get miserably pissed on my own, call Katie and go clubbing or just sleep for the rest of the day. My shaking hands and pissed off expression was enough for most people to go by blocking out my whole presence. Part of me was glad, the other lonely. That was until footsteps stopped beside me and a deep voice filled my ears.

"You know that will kill you, my friend smokes, I don't really enjoy the smell but whatever makes a person happy"

I was not prepared to argue with the strange man, his presence was somewhat comforting as I stood on the butt of my finished cigarette. That was when I saw his familiar hands, the same that had helped me in a very embarrassing situation.

"You don't talk much do you? Well I'm Harry, I saw what happened in there and I tried to help you, I wanted to know if you were okay? I think if that happened to me, I'd shit myself from judgement" his words brought a smile to my lips and the tears welling up in my eyes subsided, I looked up at this man, he was stood tall with tattoos peeking from his clothing and a head of brown curls. His green eyes reminded me of nature, something that calmed me tremendously. I knew his face but I simply couldn't put my finger on why until later.

"I'm Mia, thank you for helping me, I had a really rough day and I really appreciate your kindness" I decided to reply, forming the simplest sentence I could to show my gratitude without wanting my emotions to get the best of me.

"I've got an idea, how about we go get some snacks, go back to mine and watch some sad films on Netflix?" Harry questioned me, making me stare at him in disbelief and confusion.

"As.. nice? As that sounds, I don't know you and well, stranger danger?" I declared back, deep down I knew this strange character was most likely harmless but you never could be sure, I mean Ted Bundy apparently had a sex appeal but you know what he did. 

"Look, I promise you I'm safe, I won't do anything, I just want to know you, plus you seem a little sad if you don't mind me saying. All I'm asking is if you'd like to be friends, chill at mine, stuff our faces and get your mind off of stuff. If you don't feel safe at any point then I'll get you a ride home and I'll pay don't worry.Plus we aren't strangers, you're Mia and I'm Harry" he seemed to have answers to everything and I didn't really have a lot to lose in that moment . I replied "Okay, fine, just please don't kill me" to which he laughed and made me follow him to his car. 

We both ended up at the super market discussing who we are and our families, childhood and most importantly, what snacks to get. Harry carried the basket while tossed in popcorn, chocolate and icecream. After a long debate on whether sweet or salty popcorn was the best, I settled on the fact that Harry really was completely harmless and I just wanted to eat, cry and sleep so I carried on with him, ending up at his large house. We talked a lot about me, he didn't say much about himself but maybe it was because he felt bad for me. I told him about how I have an older brother and sister, how I once dyed my hair bright blonde and it went horrifically wrong so I'm forever sticking to brown, about how I am terrified of being alone and so on. 

Harry seemed like a great person but I didn't understand why he kept blocking questions about his life, so I gave up and we decided to watch The Notebook. If you're wondering, yes he sat on the sofa cuddled into the corner with a cushion pressed up to his face crying and it wasn't even the sad part. I however, fell asleep quickly into the film enjoying how absolutely baffling my day had been, I mean, just four hours earlier I was outside the café and now I'm completely knocked out on a new friends sofa in his overwhelmingly large house.

AN// hey, so this is happening, I know it seems really strange but bare with, you will eventually learn why Mia agreed so quickly to go with Harry and you will see how Mia realises who Harry is. It won't be long until Mia meets the others and how close her friendship with Harry becomes.