Some day /l.h/

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Work. A place that I fit in more than I did anywhere. People that came in wanting to get scheduled for guitar lessons or a new album didn't make funny looks at me, they accepted me. People normally judged me from my appearance, but not here. Here I was a normal person with piercings and purple hair. Soon it would be brown, but I was still rolling with it.

Ashton and I were standing behind the counter, he was working register while I was describing how an acoustic guitar was different than an electric acoustic to an old man. It was very peaceful here, I wasn't pressured at all.

"I'll go with the electric acoustic," the older man smiled at me, crinkles forming at the corner of his brown eyes.

"Okay, there's a variety so if you'll follow me." I smiled and showed him to the whole area of guitars. I lead him in the right faction and he was on his way.

A bell rung in the front and I made my way over to the door, wanting to greet the new costumer. It was a tall male, his head covered with a grey beanie. I made my way over to him. I opened my mouth ready to say 'hello' but there was a specific tattoo that stuck out to me. A beautiful rose on his upper arm.

Harry.

I froze and he spun his body around as I hid behind a stack of boxes, not wanting to be seen. My heart slamming against my chest, making my breathing feel pressured. I felt a line of sweat appear on my forehead. I peer around the set of boxes to see if he was still in the front of the store, but I didn't see him and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Boo." A voice from behind me makes me jump, and I couldn't help but let out a tiny scream. I turn ready to attack anyone. "Whoa, chill Brooke." Dave put his hands up in innocence.

"Sorry, I just-" I searched for words, instead I bit my lip and stared at the ground.

"It's okay, just go help someone."

'Something is more like what Harry is' I couldn't help but think in my mind. I searched around the corner and he stood ten feet away looking at a pack of guitar picks. I gulped down a lump in my throat and chills sent down my body.

I took a sharp intake of breath and stepped from outside the box and quickly walked by him, trying to be fast but subtle. I maneuvered my way through stands and boxes till I got to the end of first floor and made my way up the stairs to the second. My boots clomped heavily off of the wooden stairs, hopefully he wouldn't take notice.

I took a turn around the staircase and ran into a woman carrying a small amp. She fell to the ground and I automatically dropped down to help her up. She groaned and removed her sunglasses from her beautiful face. She had short blond hair and cute clothing on.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I scramble to help her up, and she accepts my offers.

"It's okay, I should've made sure I was clear where I was walking." she looked at me with apologetic eyes.

"No, I wasn't being careful, it's my fault." I explained and picked up her amp " Are you buying this?" I ask and she nods.

"You're from America too?" she raised an eyebrow at me and I nodded, I hadn't noticed her accent was American also. I bring her over to a cash register and ring up the amp, she pulls out a wallet and hands me a plastic card.

"Why are you in Australia?" she questions and accepts the card back from me after I swipe it.

"My dad is in love, so he drug me here with him; but I like it here." I take a deep breath and she nods.

"I'm here for music, which is why I'm in this store." she smiles and I felt a connection with this girl, not a romantic one but a friendship one.

"What kind of music?" I ask, noticing a line forming behind her.