The Man on the Steps [On Hold]

F o u r

After a long day of work and explaining what happened between Harry and I yesterday to Brandy and Niall, I sit on the couch, utterly exhausted. It has to be around eight by now but I don't bother to check the clock. After all, what's the point since luckily, I have no work tomorrow.

I reach for the remote and choose some random sitcom that I don't really bother paying to much attention too. For most of the time I end up snoozing for a few minutes at a time and then waking up because the laws of gravity made me fall. Basically, like those videos of small kids who are tragically sleeping while eating and their head keeps falling down.

Okay, enough is enough. I might as well just find at least some comfort in this old rag couch. It sucks that I have to wake up so damn early for work so I usually take advantage of being at home.

Several minutes later I am in deep sleep. Dreaming of a certain someone with deep green eyes and curly locks.

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"What!" I yell when my head hits the ground. I groan and rub it to ease some of the pain. My fingers drag on the spot above my eyebrow and my eyebrows furrow in the wince.

Damn you gravity. But also thanks for, ya know, keeping me on the ground.

"Time," I say to myself and try looking at the clock but due to not having my ever so needed glasses at the moment, I am not able to tell what it is. I look for my phone and move some stuff off of the coffee table in order to find it. In victory I do get it and check the time.

10:36 p.m. 

"Ugh," I groan and stuff my face back into my pillow and try going back to sleep. I try for endless minutes but I am unable to and end up walking into the kitchen for a ten o'clock snack.

This usually consists of a tall glass of milk and chocolate chip cookies. I open my fridge but I am met with practically nothing. The emptiness of the fridge makes me remember the emptiness of my stomach (yes my stomach and not my soul because I'm not that fucking deep) and I groan for the millionth time today and when I look for cookies I am all out too. Why have I not even gone shopping? Oh that's right, shoppimg for food sucks, well actually only for the sweet food it is okay. Sometimes.

Either way, knowing me, there is probably no way I will fall asleep without my snack so without a second to spare, I jog into my bedroom and throw on a quick shirt, wool sweater, and jeans. I don't really like going out so late but this is a time of emergency.

I run out to the sidewalk and saunter off to the nearest liquor store. Sure there are other more popular places to buy milk but why do that when it is more expensive and besides, they have delicious candy in the liquor stores too so I am sold. 

Arriving at the liquor store, I enter and I am met with the usual bum off the street but have no comment. I feel sorry for these people who don't have homes but if they chose to use the money they get on alcohol and drugs instead of things that will actually benefit them, so be it. 

I dazily look for the fridge section and find the milk. I nod to myself when I get it and then move off to another aisle to look for chocolate chip cookies. I find a knock off brand of some more popular cookies but decide to buy it anyway.

I begin walking to the checkout but some candy catches my eye. I quickly grab the packet of Sour Patch Kids off of the rack and dump it in my arms.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I just got... five more bags. And so I do, piling them up in my arms. I mean, they are the absolute best candy in the fucking world so why not. A twenty two year old can still enjoy some candy.

As I am about to exit, I catch sight off a full curly head of hair talking to someone off to the side in hushed tones. I should really begin wearing my freaking glasses more so that I can see things better but, what can I say? I squint and barely enough, I am able to tell who the person is.