Tattoo

A Goodbye

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A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a while, but I have finally brought you another chapter :) For the past few weeks I've been busy with studying for UNI and trying to figure out what's gonna happen next. But thank you for sticking around and waiting for my updates. I know they can sometimes be few and far between, but I get a bit distracted and forget to come back and write this. But as I write it, I'm kind of like going "Omg, what's she gonna do? No, why would you do that? What the hell? Why can't you just not do that?" So I'm kind of like, really excited to find out what's going to happen as I write it. Idk if you know what I mean but like, I really love writing this story and I hope you're enjoying it too :)

So like, comment how you're feeling about the story so far and vote and fan and all.

The song for this chapter is Running by James Bay. I am completely loving his music at the moment. It's just perfection <3

Love you's.

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        7

My hands gently wrapped around the warm exterior of the white and green cardboard cup that held my steaming hot green tea.

The warmth floated into my hands and crawled slowly up my forearms, providing a temporary comfort from the cold. I leant my elbows on the work counter in front of me, quietly watching as customers stood in line and lazed around in the comfortable chairs by the large, open glass windows at the front of the building. 

Beanie sat alone at a table near a shiney black heater in the middle of the room. Her lips were painted a deap, ruby red and were puckered in consentration as she read a ratty looking novel. The pages were torn, turned yellow from years of being touched and turned by oily fingers. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she moved her head closer to the book, becoming transfixed in the story. I watched as her lips parted from shock at something playing out in the stories words. A grin pulled my slightly glossed lips out wide. Her eyes widened in amazement as she eagerly turned the page and sat forward once again.

"Um, excuse me. Can I order here?" I looked away from Beanie and quicklky glanced at the man in front of me. Putting down my beautifully warm cup I stepped over to the register and smiled brightly at the man.

"Of course. What would you like?" The man's order was long, almost obnoxiously so. He wanted three green teas, two latte's, seven blueberry muffins and a large wildberry cheesecake. From the looks of him, he was a simple businessman. A glossy black brief case was clutched in one of his hands, a dark grey trench coat was draped over his broad shoulders. An un-shaven, shaggy beard was beginning to form on his saggy jaw. But who was I to judge? I filled his order and he paid, leaving quickly without so much as a thank you.

My mind began to wonder as I leant back on the counter. Mark, one of the night workers who was called in for someone who'd fallen sick today, was speeding around the coffee makers, taking orders like a pro, and still managing to put a smile on everyone's faces. His hair was long, brown and curly. His eyes were a deep green-blue. He reminded me of Harry. 

Harry.

My mind wandered back to the date we'd had 2 days ago. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd kissed my cheek just before he'd left me standing in front of my house, the way he made me felt with just the thought of him. I was afraid, nervous, determined not to let it go any further, but I couldn't help the way my heart fluttered at the thought of him. How everything reminded me of him. But I didn't want to go through the pain of losing someone again. Especially not with Harry.