"Harry go do you're work!" I demanded, as I shoved yet another order into his delicate hands. He sighed and said to me, for the fifth time,
"But I don't like working! I'd rather watch you," he winked. I groaned at his childish behaviour.
"Why don't you just quit then?" I asked in frustration. I snatched the order from him and placed it on the tray. I gave the tray to the costumer, with a smile. All I got back was a death glare for the late delivery.
I turned to look at Harry, waiting for his answer. "I need the money," he answered and stuffed one of the fries into his mouth.
"For what?" Curiousity caught me off gaurd. I smacked his hand before he could get another fry. He rolled his eyes and flatly said, "none of you're business!"
I sighed and continued to dilever the orders to the costumers. Honesty, I think McDonald's is a total dump. I wouldn't eat here even if it was the last restaurant on earth. Yet Mr. Pig over there seems to be enjoying himself as he stuffs the fries into his humongous pie hole.
I rolled my eyes and walked toward him. "If you want any money what so ever, you better start mopping," I yelled. I pulled him by his shirt and handed him the mop. I have to say, that was a pretty heroic moment for me. That is until, he smacked my bottom when I walked away.
"Don't touch my ass!" I slapped him across the face. He looked pretty mad as his hand gently touched his cheek. He was known for being that way; a little pervert. He was still almost a foot taller than me. And a lot more muscular.
I walked away, pretending that nothing happened. I almost made my way out, but he grabbed my shirt and yanked me back to him. I was inch away from his face. His arms were around my back making me stuck to his chest. I could feel his breath hit my skin. It smelled like French fries.
"No one touches this cheek," he pointed as his cheek and suddenly raised his voice, "you hear me?" I was startled. I was about to run away to my mommy. Then, he started laughing. He let go of me and said, "You totally fell for it! You should've seen your face." I wanted to break something at that moment. "You asshole!"
"Uhm excuse me?" A familiar voice said from the counter. I left Harry laughing his butt off and walked to the register. When I looked in those eyes, I was shocked. Pop sensation Harold Styles was standing before me. But of course, he had Selena Gomez holding on to him. She seems to date all the new pop stars and bring them down. It annoys me.
"How may I help y-you sir?" I hesitated to say. He smiled with his famous smile and told me his order. I waited for his order to come as I stared at him. He was perfect. Absolutly adorable. Wait a second...he looks so much like...Harry. The thought of that scared me and grossed me out.
For once Harry did what he was supposed to do and handed me the order. I watched as they both walked out with the food and drove out. Suddenly, arms circled around my waist causing me to jump. Harry will never learn will he? Players never learn.
"Get off of me!" I slapped his arms off. "Why so mad, Cynthia?" He asked. "You jealous of Miss. Gomez?" He teased. I rolled my eyes and walked away, my shift was over in five minutes. And unfortunatily, so was his. "Don't worry, I'm a lot better than Gaylord Styles," he laughed and flipped his hair with a little wink. "Bye Harry!" I yelled and walked out with my stuff.
He followed me, which freaked me out a bit more. I would turn around and check if he was gone every now and then, but he was still there. "Harry go away!" I finally snapped. "We live on the same street, smartass," he reminded me. I guess my fear overcame my brain. He sped up and started walking beside me.
"Why don't you like me?" He asked with a smirk. "Well, you're annoying, unintelligent, perverted," I was about to go on but he interrupted me. "So you don't like those kinds of guys, huh?" I nodded my head. "Well what kind of guys do you like?"
I think that is getting a bit personal, but I didn't mind answering. "Smart, nice, cute-" he cut me off again. "So am i not cute?" "I didn't say tha-" "So I am cute!" He concluded. I sighed.
"Yo Harry, you wanna ride?" A guy in a maroon van shouted. "Yeah man!" He paused and looked at me, "Do you wanna ride with us?' I stopped and looked at ther van. It looked like a rapist would walk out of there any second. "No thanks, I'd rather walk." I watched him get in, as the van flied off.
I kept walking, thinking of how Harold looked so much like Harry. How come I've never noticed that before? Maybe because I've never seen him in person? Either way they're both cute. I heard a honk from a car behind me.
I turned to see May, one of my closest friends. "May!" I shouted and ran up the her car. "Get in!" She demanded. I instantly hopped in the passenger seat.
"So how was it with Harry? He's so freakin' hot!" She giggled. I rolled my eyes, "What the fuck are you talking about? He's a douche!" "Wow there Missy!" I heard Harry's voice. I glanced out the window; Jason in his rapist-van was beside us. I groaned and ordered May to go faster. She did, and obviously their van couldn't go more than one mile an hour.
May dropped me off at my mother's house and left. It was silent. And shortly later I was startled because my mother jumped out of the closet with paper in her hands.
"Surprise!" She shouted, and handed me tickets...to the One Direction concert in town. I couldn't help but scream and jump. "And guess what else!" She ardently said. I looked at her. "Our neighbor volunteered to take you!" She said. I stopped freaking out for a second. "Which neighbor?" I asked. "Harry Stans!"
That's it, my life is officially over.