Checkout Girl

One vanilla latte later, and Evelyn White finds that she can't seem to get this guy that she served that day off of her mind. What happens when this 'guy' turns out to be Harry Styles - and she didn't even notice?

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7. Elizabeth Taylor's Eyes

Awaking with a startle, it takes me a moment to realise that the strange buzzing noise was my cell phone and a further moment, after desperately groping around for it, to realise that it was sandwiched between the bed sheets and my hip.

‘Hello?’ I mumble.

‘Did you know,’ comes a sweet British accent, ‘that it’s going to snow today?’

A smile twitches on my lips as I collapse back into the sheets. ‘No, I didn’t. I just woke up actually – haven’t had time to check out the weather report this morning.’

He laughs lightly. ‘We could catch a movie? I hear they’re rerunning old pictures.’

‘I’m sure you’d rather spend your day off someplace better...’ I begin.

I couldn’t see him shake his head furiously but it was there; I could feel it. ‘I wouldn’t be calling you if I could think of someplace better.’

I laugh loudly and blush simultaneously. ‘Yeah right,’ I mumble, but even after a moment’s consideration I found myself asking what time would be good for him.

‘Three,’ he says, ‘and I’ll pick you up.’

‘No, honest to God I can walk–’

‘Text me your address on this number, would ‘ya?’ I can almost see the dimpled smile on his mouth. ‘I’ll see you in a little bit.’ And, with that, the phone line shuts off.

The colour still in my cheeks, I disregard the phone and roll over onto my back, my eyes slowly coming to fall on the crack in the curtains. Surely enough, the first fluffy specks of white snow were beginning to fall from the heavens.

 

**

As we wander into the movie theatre, we are suddenly faced with a billboard that does, indeed, advertise their showings of old flicks from the ‘40’s and ‘50’s. Doris Day, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor: eyes glittering like jewels as they smile for the shot, dresses glinting even more so. And, for the first time, I realised that Elizabeth Taylor’s irises were violet.

‘Are they contacts?’ I murmur, moving closer to the poster and reaching up to trace my finger across them. ‘They’re convincing if they are...’ Silence remains to ensue, and I turn back. ‘Harry?’

He jumps at his name and smiles awkwardly – awkward for the first time since I had met him. ‘What did you say?’ he says eventually, starting toward me.

But I had already set eyes upon it, and I couldn’t seem to move them away now. There they all were, smiling and goofing around in a collage of photographs clearly taken from the movie; for the first time, I wonder briefly about the other boys – would they even approve of this? Whatever this was?

He whisks up my hand when I do not answer him, standing ever so close. ‘Have you chosen a film?’

I blink and my eyes find his face, and a smile gradually pulls at my mouth. ‘Yeah, I have.’

**

It wasn’t how I imagined it to be, although I’m not quite sure that I could clarify for you what I had imagined before taking my seat. There was no doubt though that my absorption for him, them, was entirely consuming. I didn’t even touch my popcorn.

Harry, on the other hand, sat in the seat beside me with his knee touching mine. During the entirety of the movie, I was conscious that he had his eyes closed, the fur of his hood tickling his lids. He didn’t flinch though, and I marvelled at that somewhat. It wasn’t until later that I realised that it was due to upset or anger or whatever it is that you want to label it as.

When the credits began rolling, I didn’t have time to utter a word before he was out of his seat and the cinema doors were screaming on their hinges as he pushed them aside. I grabbed my coat and followed him but of course he had decided that I clearly wasn’t as interesting as I had first appeared, and left me standing in the cold whilst he disappeared into the blurry lights of New York City.

Do you know something though? I wasn’t angry – not that time – but upset, and I often wonder whether having anger pumping through my veins would have gotten me out quicker and saved me a hell of a lot of grief.

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