Over Again

Chapter Four

It was so easy to have Harry back in my normal routine, just like how I used to see him when we were in school. Most days we managed to dodge the fans outside his house and could go over one another’s but when we couldn’t see each other we’d be texting or talking over the phone. It’s like the past two weeks had been a dream and going back to my boring life is me waking up.

Harry’s going back to London today and I had work at the bakery that I couldn’t get out of so he promised to drop by on his way. During my shift, my manager Steve called me over, “Harry’s out the back wanting to see you,” He gave me a disapproving look but he let me go anyway knowing how close Harry and I were. “Five minutes, Georgia Young!” I heard Steve call out as I stepped out the back door. Harry was sat on one of the milk crates propped up against the wall and he flashed a smile when he saw me. Without a word I pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck causing him to bend his knees to my height.

“I might actually miss you,” I joked once I’d released him.

“Don’t worry I stuck a giant poster of me on your wall so you don’t forget me,” He teased.

I stared at him for a moment, remembering how we’d drifted apart. I swallowed over the lump that formed in my throat at the thought of that happening for a second time.

“Promise you won’t get too busy and forget me this time, Harry?” I asked him earnestly.

“I promise,” He said, his hands cold on my pale cheeks. Harry pulled me in closer and left a soft kiss on my forehead, the warm feeling spreading all over my body.

I gave him a wide smile and held up my pinkie to him causing him to chuckle lightly because we hadn’t pinkie promised on anything since we were thirteen. Harry linked his pinkie finger with mine and said goodbye before hopping back into his range rover and driving away. That night I lay in bed and scrolled through my phone, logging onto twitter for the first time in months. (I was more of a Facebook person.) I found myself going onto Harry’s profile and seeing he’d just tweeted.

‘@Harry_Styles: Back to work tomorrow! Already miss being home. Who’s excited for the new album? .xx’

I smiled stupidly at my phone, scrolling down the rest of his tweets. I laughed at his past tweets, thinking how the things he posted were so Harry-like. A window suddenly popped up on the screen, “New Message from: Harry S” I tapped on the button to open the text.

Harry S: GOODNIGHT GEORGIE <3 <3 ps sorry if I woke you, if that’s the case then this is a reminder to turn down the volume on your ridiculously loud phone .x

I thumbed out a reply, turned down the volume like he said, tucked my phone under my pillow and let myself drift into a deep sleep after a long and tiring two weeks.

I had an early shift the following day so I prepared the bakery for the usual customers that came in for a breakfast on the go. The high school girls that came in were unusually quiet, actually, they were mostly whispering among themselves. I felt a bit self conscious because I noticed them glancing over at me every few seconds so I went out the back room for a bit to see if there was some left over butter on my face or something. I heard the bell ring through the shop that notified me when someone had walked in through the door, I took a deep breath and straightened out the non-existent creases in my uniform and served my next customer. It was Lilly who Harry and I had gone to school with, she was a normal customer and one of my few close friends.

“Morning Lil, what’ll it be today?” I asked her, knowing that she had a different order every morning.

“Hmm….” As Lilly browsed the freshly baked pastries through the glass case, I couldn’t help but notice the same girls whispering amongst themselves and constantly looking at me. “Think I’ll have a chocolate croissant today please.” Lilly distracted me from my thoughts as she placed her money on the counter. “I heard you and Harry are talking again.” She made small talk while I made her tea and placed her croissant in a paper bag.