"Hey, Niall, it's Elaine. Sorry, I'm not calling from my normal number, but I was wondering if everyone wanted to hang out once Harry and I got off of work. We get off at two," I explained over the bakery phone. I'd been at work since eight this morning and totally forgot to call Niall last night. Harry reminded me once we actually got the chance to see each other. It was otherworldly busy. Whatever advertising Olive had been doing was working. The shop was thriving with pastry lovers alike.
"Oh, what's up El? I can ring up Zayn and Louis if you'll let Liam know. Louis can probably bring Eleanor too. If I had to guess they're together. Lovesick pigeons are what they are," I could hear Niall scoff from the other line. Phone calls could be expensive so we always split up who would call who.
"Yeah, sounds good. I just miss you all. We can meet up at the diner if you want. Harry and I'll walk over after work. How does 2:30 sound? That gives us time to clean up," I arranged. Muffled talking was heard from Niall's end.
"My associates said that would work. I guess I'll make time for you despite my busy schedule," Niall joked. He had no associates because he had no job. He was just being a smart ass.
"Please, the only thing your CEO of is napping," I retorted. A crackled laugh came from Niall.
"Alright, bye-bye El."
"Bye Niall," I chuckled and hung the phone to the wall. Harry came from around the corner. He reached his arms out and I collapsed into his hold. We swayed side to side slowly. He was really warm compared to my body temperature.
"Was that Niall?" He asked, his lips pressing against my head.
"Mhmm," I hummed, "He said we could all meet at the diner after work. I still have to call Zayn and ask if he's busy."
"I hope he's doing alright. I didn't know him that well, but being cheated on can't be an easy thing to go through," he sighed.
"Maybe spending some time with us will take his mind off of it," I suggested. My eyes were closed lightly and my cheek was pressed against Harry's chest. Today he was wearing a lilac sweater and his typical black jeans. A bandana was holding his curls up.
"Do your friends like me?" He inquires, out of the blue. I shoot my head up to look at him, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Of course they do, what would make you think that?" His gaze broke to my face.
"I was only curious is all. If they didn't like me, I didn't want to bother them by hanging out with them,΅ Harry explained. I rolled my eyes.
"You're a very likable person. They were unsure of you at first, only because of rumors. Now that they know you're a good person, they enjoy your company," My hands trailed up us back and to the ends of his hair. I scratched lightly and tugged his face to mine. My lips lightly touched his. I pulled away and sent him off to drop off deliveries. Olive had left me a list of things we had to get done before she returned from her lunch break. I had gotten most of them done except for cleaning and deliveries. Harry was way better at handling customers than I was so he got stuck delivering. While I, on the other hand, am much better at cleaning and tidying things up.
I ambled to the corner where we kept out cleaning supplies and chose my weapon. A mop. Mopping was my least favorite thing to do so I did it first. The counters had been wiped earlier this morning otherwise I'd do that first. We had one of those nasty mops with the bucket. I wouldn't complain if it wasn't one hundred years old. That's an exaggeration, but it's old nonetheless. You could see the built-up gunk on the ends of the mop. The water turned brown every time you'd put it in there. We'd have to invest in a new one.
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1985 (h.s.)
Fanfic[COMPLETED] After getting over his initial facade I felt as if I was getting to know the real Harry Styles. I learned the little things about him like how he likes his bread toasted golden brown or that he always has to eat his salads with a certain...
