Never Enough

Chapter two

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The concert was in a week, and you had yet to find a person who could take your shift. Or shifts. Sighing, you made your way over to the mangers office, knocking on the door, " Hey, Stacie?"

You heard a faint come in, so you twisted the knob and opened the door. Stacie was a red head with a face full of freckles. She was also a bitch. " Hey, Y/N, what can I do for you?"

" I was hoping to have the fifth off. Me and my friend..." Don't say concert, she won't let you go, " Are going to her mothers funeral, I'm going for moral support."

" A funeral?" She questions, " I guess, but your not getting paid."

Sighing you knew this was better than nothing, you walked back to the counter and got the next costumer. " Hello, I would like a tea with milk and sugar."

You nodded and wrote down the order and typed it into your computer, " Three seventy eight. Can I get a name for that?"

Finally looking up, you saw that he wad cute. He has curly hair that was tucked into a hat. The hat was pulled down over his tan face with barley his eyes showing. He also looked familiar, " Harry."

Your eyes grew with realization. He chuckled and gave you a slight nod, saying that he was, in fact, Harry Styles. The Harry Styles. You quickly grabbed a napkin and a pen, " Okay, I'll need you to sign this for me."

He chuckled, but signed it anyway, then hands over money. It was obvious that he didn't want to be seen and recognized, so you tried to keep it low key and under wraps. You barley kept your fangirling in line. Quickly whipping up the tea with milk and sugar, " Harry."

He came up and grabbed his tea, flashing you a smile, " I hope to see you around," and gave you a five dollar tip.

Your heart melted even more. How did your favorite celebrity thank you for making coffee and give you a five dollar tip?

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You opened your mail box and saw all the bills. Signing, you walked to your one bedroom apartment, shuffling through your bills. Throwing your mail on the counter, you break down on the couch in unflattering sobs. Why couldn't I be good enough, you thought.

After calming down, you got up and checked how much you owed for the rent this month. $2200.

Looking at the pay check, you realized you were three dollars short. Fishing your hand around in your pocket, you found the five dollars from Harry. You found it sad that he would never know what he was doing for you. Even though three dollars sounds like a brush off the shoulder kinda deal, after the warnings you had before you doubt your land lady would let three dollars slide, and you would be out on the streets.

He would have let me stay with him...

After you transfer money to your landlady, and send her an email saying that I would mail her the three dollars, and fulfilling it, you went to bed since it was past ten. It was nine when you got home, but the transfer didn't work for the first forty minutes.

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When you woke up, you were almost late to work. Quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and a mandatory black shirt, you ran out the door. Clutching your purse you ran down the street, slowing to stop to see people crowding around something-some one. You looked into the crowd and locked eyes with Harry Styles? Before you came to your senses and began to run again. Basically ripping open the door you pulled on the white aprons and stood behind the table with Adley.