Liberty's POV:
I lay in bed, with injuries surfacing my muscle-toned body. After the long, restless night I had, my head aching with pain, I had over thought the skills I had attempted yesterday at gym practice. Nothing new. As a job to get away from my irritating parents, I work at Starbucks. Yeah, that's right, Starbucks. You must be thinking, "The warm, fresh scent of coffee would lighten up my day!" Well, not really. Not to be a downer, but I don't remember waking up at 5:30 am every Saturday and Sunday, so "enlightening". I make a bit of money, to pay for makeup, jewelry, and clothing, but of course, wouldn't it be easier if money grew on trees? As for boys, I don't really get the enjoyment out of them. They are supposedly all assholes, so I quit scouting for the perfect one 3 years ago. So I guess I could say, I'm single by choice. Competitive gymnastics and boys don't exactly mix well, either.
11:00 pm, no service, looks like a good time to lock up and get the hell out of here. As I rummage through the key drawer in the back room for staff only, I hear a resonance of continuous humming, to the sound of which it seems like 'What make you Beautiful' by these guys from the U.K. , I think. Just great. The last thing I needed was a customer to come barging in at my lock up time, with an additional droning of the throat to America's most annoying song of 2012. Cautiously tip-toeing into the register's stand, hoping there wasn't a burglar in the shop, I spotted something, someone.
Brown locks concealed his head, leaving them to a perfection of curls that fall evenly. Eyes of emerald green, seductiveness takes over. A nose that is more flawless than any of the Kardashians'. The way his lips were curved in, yet out, were a bittersweet red. Few of flaws, set upon his forehead, but intensely, blushed chops. To top it off, an inadequate mole, on the left-bottom corner of his face slightly beside his dashing lips. A fit lad.
"Welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?" I uttered. "Uh...yeh. Um...c-can i have a venti, mango passion fruit ice blend, please." the adolescent muttered. It's a little chilly outside...are you sure?" I questioned. "Yea, ha, I'll be fine." he reassured. Wait a second. This dude looks familiar. I gasped, a little too loud. "Is everything alright, love?" the boy whispered under his breath. "Uh..ya! I just..you...erm..." I trailed off. At an instant, he bellowed, "You recognized me? Are you a fan or something? Because if you are, I don't want any.." "No! Not at all, I just spilled some coffee on my hand, it's a little hot..." I finished off the sentence in a different direction. "Are you okay? You seem a bit shaky." he wondered. "Ya, your coffee is almost ready." I articulated. "My name is Harry, Harry Styles by the way." he continued. "Oh, hi again, haha, my name is Liberty, Liberty Greiss." I mumbled. I got out the medium-sized jug of mango fruit juice for the coffee blend, then poured 1.5 cups into it. Blended it on high, then cautiously doused it into a venti sized plastic, starbucks cup. "Here you are, sir." I mumbled. "Thanks." he replied with a sweet, warming smile. "HARRY." a furious Taylor Swift roared. I assumed the couple name was, Haylor, or some impassive name like that. "Alright babe. Calm down.." he braced. "Bye. Thank you for coming to Starbucks!" I said as if I wasn't intimidated by Taylor. As they both walked out hand-in-hand, fingers intertwined, I was about to pack up until I saw something on the wood floor that seemed to look like an iPhone 5. But I could've sworn I saw Harry leave with one in his back left pocket. Being the nosey person I am, I unlocked it only to see text messages going back and forth, between a guy named Louis, must be a brother or a friend. Again, I, being the most inquisitive teenager on this planet, searched through the messages, only to reveal, a message from Harry to Louis. "This girl works at Starbucks on 37th St., WOW! Man, nothing like her before! Tell more about it later boobear! Love you! xx " I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I attractive to Harry Styles? Or was this one of the quick remarks?
