Chapter 3
HARRY'S POV:
I woke up at 9:45 with a sore throat from crying so much last night. I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw that I looked like-and felt like-crap. I shedded my boxer's and jumped into the shower. Turning the water until it was warm enough, I let it run down my back, and sighed. I leaned against the wall and cleared my head of last night. It helped me the most when my head was clear. I grabbed my shampoo and squirted a measurable amount into my palm. After washing my hair and body, I got out and dried myself. I walked into my huge closet and looked up and down at the outfits. I finally decided on one of my favorites outfits. Designer blue jeans, boots, a white v-neck, and a navy blue blazer. I looked in the mirror, trying to figure out how I could style my hair. It was reaching my neck now. I really needed a haircut. I just winged it and left it alone. I grabbed my phone and my laptop case, and locked up. I wasn't going in until 2. It was only 9:55. I decided to go get a coffee. I always had to have coffee in the morning, or else I turned into something completely different.
By the time I got to Jim's, it was already 10. I walked in and Jim smiled up at me.
"Hey, there kid. Decided to come back eh?" I chuckled.
"Yeah, I couldn't resist that coffee. And the sandwich's were pretty good." I smiled and laughed at that. It was good to laugh. I hadn't really done it in a while. I gave Jim my order, and seeing the part of the store that sold book's I made my way over there. Jim had to go do something and so he told me my order would be ready in a few minutes. I wandered down the aisles looking at all the books. I got caught up in reading the inside flap of a very thick biography about Steve Jobs, when I hear someone call something out. I put the book back up, and stepped closer towards the end of the aisle. I only managed to get a small snippet of what the server said.
"….Frappe. Your order is ready." I cleared my head. It wouldn't hurt to check, right?. But just in case I stayed still for a moment. The server spoke up again. "The person who ordered a Vente French Vanilla Frappucino with two shot of Mocha and double whip cream, your order is ready." There was something familiar about the server. He looked at least about 5'11, with a skinny body, but he had a fit build. And he had on a beanie. From where I could see, a couple strands of hair covered the right side of his face, obscuring his eyes. I stepped forward, opening my mouth to speak. The server boy turned around though and bumped into me, spilling coffee all over the floor. Some landed onto my shirt. My phone fell from my hand, landing very close to the spill. The screen cracked.
"Oh shit." He spoke quietly, barely a whisper. I chuckled. I really didn't mind, it was a accident.
I started to speak. He reached for the cup, hands shaking.
"I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't looking, it's my fault. I just haven't been myself lately. I'll get you another one." He threw the cup away and pulled out a rag. He started cleaning the mess up. I grabbed a napkin and tried my best to dry the noticeable stain on my shirt. After the server cleaned up the mess, I threw my napkin away and went to grab my phone.. As I reached down, the server bent down and our hand's touched. A electric shock jolted through my hand, up my arm and into my chest. My heart did a little twitch. Why did it do that. The shock caused my brain to tell me to look up.
"I'm truly sorry, it's really my fault…" that's when our eyes connected. A pair of bright, beautiful, electric blue met with mine. I knew those eyes. Sure the face had changed a little, with some slight stubble, thinner cheeks, and clear tan skin, but those eyes were the one thing I could never, ever forget. They were always in the back of my head. They made we happy. But I hadn't seen them up close in a long time. Now seeing them, I felt a strong twang of hope, as if the silence and depression that were following me, had been sliced with a very sharp knife, letting in a ray of light.
Those only belonged to one person. A person who I tied my best to move on from. But impossible that person was gone. And yet here he was. He spoke up, a look of pure shock showing on his face.
"….H-H-a-rry?" his voice cracked, and it was at that moment that my life had jumped in a rocket and would never be the same again. Why? Because Louis Tomlinson had just been dropped back into it.
LOUIS'S POV: A FEW HOURS EARLIER.
I woke up at 8:15 feeling a little better. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and took a shower. I grabbed my near empty bottle of shampoo, and squirting out the last, little quarter sized liquid, I tried my very best to run it through my hair. Sufficient to say, my hair still felt gritty. But not as bad. I then grabbed the small, travel sized, half empty bottle of body wash, and poured out a penny sized. I cleaned my body, making sure to use every single little soap bud there was. Like I said before, I hardly had anything, even when it came hygienic stuff. I rinsed off and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me. I fished out my last clean pair of boxers and put on my work uniform. I thought about styling my hair, but it would require gel, and I just didn't have the money to go buy any. Well I did, but I was trying to use it for needs, not wants. I closed the door behind me, putting on my favorite and only beanie. After struggling to close the door, I locked it and went downstairs. Jim was flipping the sign to open. He smiled when he saw me.
"Looking better already. Here, you can handle the coffee machine and counter." He threw me a apron and I set to work. Time passed by quickly, and soon I was feeling really good. I was a master at making coffee, and so most customers came ofr that. Around 10, I had started to run low on coffee beans, and sso I had to go in back and get some. As I reached in the storage closet were we kept them, I heard the front door open. A moment later, Jim's booming voice carried out.
""Hey, there kid. Decided to come back eh?" Jim asked. I zoned him out a little, concentrating partially on the beans and a little on Jims conversation. What kid was he talking about. A chuckle came followed by a voice.
""Yeah, I couldn't resist that coffee. And the sandwich's were pretty good." I froze in my scooping. That voice…sounded so familiar. Could it possibly….no it couldn't. The chance of that voice belonging to…it just wasn't likely.
I finished getting the beans and walked back out. Jim was on the phone talking to someone. As I was putting the beans in the grinder, he walked up to me.
"Hey Lou, I've gotta go get some stuff. I'll be right back. Can you take care of this customer?" he handed me the slip of paper. I nodded.
"Yeah, no prob." He clapped my shoulder and grabbed his keys. A moment later he was gone. I set to work grinding the beans, and fixing the order. 10 minutes later, I put the finishing touches on the drink and called it out. "Order 10, a Vente, French Vanilla, Frappucino. Your order is ready" I waited. No one came up. And so I walked out. I held the drink up.
"The person who ordered a Vente French Vanilla Frappucino with two shot of Mocha and double whip cream, your order is ready."I waited. I sighed and brought my arm back down. I turned around and bumped into someone. I spilled the drink all over the place. Some had apparently gotten on the person. I groaned silently.
"Oh shit." I murmured it quietly. I was NOT myself today. With a shaking hand, I picked up the cup. I could have sworn I heard a chuckle.
""I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't looking, it's my fault. I just haven't been myself lately. I'll get you another one." I picked the cup up and threw it away. In an attempt to not make a fool of myself, I pulled out a rag and very quickly cleaned up the mess. After the mess was clean, I bent down to grab the customer's phone, guilt flowing through me. It was a iphone, the new one. He bent down as well and our hands touched. A small shock went through me, making my hand twitch. I slowly looked up and a pair of Hazel green eyes, flecked with gold, met mine. I took a sharp intake of breath in. Those dimple's that mischievous, natural smile, splayed on his face. It couldn't be. I only saw those eyes, that face, in my dreams now. There was no way he could be her, after nearly five years gone. And yet, Harry Styles was staring right at me, within an arms length. My brain opened my mouth and in a nervous breath I spoke.
"….H-H-a-rry?" my voiced cracked. He just stared at me, eyes fill with astonishment and disbelief.