More customers came and went after Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Harry left, most of them being die hard Directioners hoping to catch a glimpse of them. Of course they were a tad late but our staff nonetheless told them One Direction was never here and were at a different Nandos, out of respect for the boys and their private lives.
Harry didn't text back after I texted him which didn't worry me in the slightest because he was probably busy. "I still can't believe you gave them your number." Anna shook her head in disbelief as we stood side by side in front of the large sink filled with plates to wash. The dishwasher had broken down so all plates had to be washed manually.
"I honestly don't see why you strongly dislike them so much. I mean, sure they seem moody and plain rude but just be friendly and be nice to each other for once and maybe things will go easier." I told her as she scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"One Direction cannot simply be nice. Zayn is the main influence in the band, making them all uptight and cold. Liam is tolerable, except he doesn't know the difference between creative criticism and bullying. Louis is extremely sassy and obnoxious without even knowing it. His presence is always flamboyant. Niall is a follower. He laughs at everything, even if its a rude remark that he doesn't understand. But he's got the mouth of a sailor and he knows how to use it."
Anna glanced at me while grimacing, making me feel a bit uneasy. "Then there's Harry Styles. The "innocent" one, the "cheeky" one, the one everyone "loves", the one who "hasn't" done a single bad thing in his life, the one all woman "want"-" she emphasized certain words using her fingers as quotation marks. Her voice dropped with sarcasm, obviously not agreeing with what was said about Harry.
"Well he seems like all of those to me. Trust me on this one Anna, I'm sure they're not entirely bad." I insisted but Anna stood her ground and shook her head at my words. "You don't know them like I do Aria. Please just, be careful. Don't make the same mistake I made." Anna sighed as I nodded nonetheless and continued doing my work.
My shift ended at around two and so began my break but Anna let me off for the day, not saying why but she insisted that I go. I shrugged and grabbed my things and descended out the front doors of Nandos and into the busy streets of London.
It wasn't necessarily cold this afternoon but it wasn't warm either. I only prayed that my coat would be enough to keep me warm. I fixed my scarf a bit so my cross body bag could hang over my shoulders evenly.
I furrowed my eyebrows thoughtfully as I dug into my pickets to retrieve my phone.
*1 new message from Harry babes <3*
I tapped my phone a few times until his message popped up on the screen.
To: Aria babes <3
From: Harry babes <3
Hey the interview just finished so how about that coffee? x
To: Harry babes <3
From: Aria babes <3
Where r u? I'll meet u there x
To: Aria babes <3
From: Harry babes <3
Right behind you. ;) x
I tilted my head, confused by the text until large hands rested on my shoulders making me jump a mile high. "BOO!"
I whipped around and hurled my fist at whoever touched me. Lucky for Harry he caught my fist before it could connect with his face and gave me a look of disbelief. "We're you actually going to punch me?" He glared at me as I shrugged.
"Well if the occasion called for it then yes. Yes, I was actually going to punch you." I looked up at him directly, brushing away loose strays of my hair that was flowing in the wind.
"Whatever. Let's go." He muttered bitterly, turning and walking straight away from me with no sense of direction. "Um Harry?" I called to him and chuckled as he turned around. "What?"
"Starbucks is this way." I told him, pointing to the nearby Starbucks that was in the opposite direction to where he was walking to. Letting out an aggravated huff he turned around again once more and began to stride back to where I was, passing me and grunting.
I didn't expect him to be nice about it, considering our earlier conversation at Nandos but nonetheless it's his life and his personality therefore I am in no fault here.
I sighed and began to follow after him, shaking my head at his rude manners as he passed by bystanders. I've considered this friendship we had, if I could even consider it a friendship, and ultimately decided that Harry was a jerk: a complete utter douche bag that treated no one with respect.
Contrary to popular belief of Harry Styles being a perfect boy, he was far from it. His bad boy personality certainly was a difference from my good girl personality yet something about him intrigued me and interested me. Curse my curious mind.
Having to open the glass doors myself, I walked in and looked around the not so busy cafe for the curly haired boy. I found him sitting by himself at a table in the back corner, looking around the place in boredom. I sighed and made my way towards him, sitting down and shrugging off my coat and scarf.
We sat silence for a while until I decided to speak up. ``So what do you want to order?`` I asked him.
``Green Tea is fine.`` He shrugged, eyes not meeting mine yet again so I inwardly sighed while I got up and made my way to the line. Maybe he’s just stressed. He’s already had a pretty busy day and I understand why he’d be bitter.
I guess he didn’t expect me to go up and order for the two of us because right when I got in line, so did he. As we neared the front he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings since his eyes were narrowed and focused on the menu boards above us. I decided to go before him when we reached the front. The man behind the counter said the usual; the offers they had here and what order was very popular for this time of the season.
``Hi I’ll have a Grande Gingerbread Latte please with extra whipped cream please.`` I smiled at the man politely who nodded, took the money I gave him then tended to my order. ``Oh and can I have it to go please? Thanks. ``You never know when you’re going to have to run, especially when you’re having coffee with a member of the world’s famous boy band.
A few minutes later he gave me my drink and I turned back once more to Harry who was already telling the man his order. I shrugged and walked back to our table that was thankfully unoccupied and waited for Harry to come.
After a few minutes Harry came back, carrying his drink in one hand and a tray of assorted cookies in the other. He sat down in the chair in front of me and shivered a bit as he took off his coat as well. I realized why he was shivering so violently before which was because he only wore a white v neck underneath his coat which looked as thick as a dime. ``You know, you’re gonna get sick if you don’t wear warmer clothes.`` I told him pointedly, tugging on the sleeves of my sweater to emphasize what he should be wearing.
``You’re not my mother.`` He shot back as I raised my hands in defeat before bring them around my warm drink and lifting it to my lips so I could taste the yummy goodness it holds. ``Can’t blame a person to try.`` I smiled at him as he rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. ``Whatever.``
``so how was the interview?`` I asked him, trying to make small talk. ``Boring. They ask the same questions all the time and it makes me want to throw my chair at the interviewer to be honest.`` Harry said as I chuckled. ``I agree with you there. How many times does the world have to know who’s single and who isn’t? It’s as if these interviewers think your fans won’t see the interviews they do and are completely deluded as to what the answers are but I believe your girls know more about you than you do yourselves.`` I told him truthfully as he nodded slowly in agreement.
``They figured out our blood types. I didn’t know my blood type up until a few months ago.`` He muttered in disbelief as I raised an eyebrow at him. ``Really? What’s your blood type then?`` I asked him.
``I’m type B.`` He answered as I nodded. ``Cool, that’s a pretty rare type. I’m type O.`` I told him, expecting him not to care which was understandable. To my surprise he seemed intrigued as he looked at me in concentration. ``Doesn’t that mean you can give your blood to any one, no matter what blood type?`` He asked as I nodded.
``Yep, but I can only receive blood from people who are O type as well.`` I told him as he bit his lip. ``That sucks.`` he breathed out as I agreed. ``Yeah I know, but it’s cool to think my blood could potentially help anyone but only one person with O type can actually help me.``
We continued to drink in peace, Harry sneaking a cookie every once in a while and I couldn’t help but eye his tray hungrily. Well I should have thought of this sooner. ``May I have one?`` I asked him politely as he eyed me weirdly. ``Why didn’t you buy some yourself?`` he asked.
``I forgot to! Just one please?`` I begged him, clasping my hands underneath my chin as I pouted. ``Ugh fine just- never put on that face again.`` He muttered, shoving the tray to me as I squealed silently and took one gently and began to devour it. In the end I ate three of his cookies and finished my drink. When I felt satisfied with my meal I watched Harry intently as he continued to eat.
Testing my boundaries, I sneakily trailed my fingers towards the tray of cookies. Maybe just one more...
``HEY! GET YOUR OWN!`` Harry pulled the tray away from me defensively and shot me daggers. It amused me watching this grown man act like a five year old. ``Half?`` I asked him as he shook his head. ``No! Why do you want my cookies anyways?! They’re full of sugar and can make you fatter than you are now!`` Ouch. That one hurt.
I never was the one to care about my body type but his words hit me like a train, bringing back painful memories from my childhood. Mum and dad were very ``persistent`` when it came to eating healthy and looking healthy, but when you have a condition like I do that forces you to consume more sugar than the average person well, let’s just say it’s hard. I’m not necessarily obese, but I’m definitely not skinny. My body was slightly old fashion, where it’s massive- narrow- massive if you know what I mean but due to my ``diet`` I guess it should be considered meh- massiveish- meh.
``I have hypoglycemia.`` told him truthfully but yet again he didn’t care. ``what’s that?`` he asked, completely clueless. ``Long story short, It means I have to consume more foods containing sugar in order to not have a seizure and go into a coma.`` I explained to him as his eyes widened and he cleared his throat uneasily.
``Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.`` He mumbled and for the first time in my life I didn’t care because Harry Styles had just apologized to me when hours before now he would rather pee in front of me than apologize. ``It’s okay.`` I reassured him as he looked up at me and smiled sheepishly as he pushed the tray towards me. ``You can have the rest.``
Now this truly did shock me. I don’t know if it was the warm look in his eyes that was once an icy glare or the fact that he didn’t realize the small smile playing on his lips that wasn’t there just minutes ago.
``Are you sure?`` I asked him as I took the tray in my hands. ``Positive, You need it more than I do.`` the unfamiliar smile came upon his lips again, his teeth showing and dimples on his cheeks. ``Thanks.`` I shrugged and began to eat the cookies.
When i finished, Harry threw away our garbage while I put on my coat and scarf again feeling full and sleepy. I can’t wait to get home and just jump into my bed.
Harry led the way out again but this time he held the door open for me and I thanked him, feeling proud that his manners were slowly coming back even though he’d probably turn into a bitter old man again sometime soon. We walked back to the same place we met up which was not far from here. We were silent the whole way but it was comfortable silence. One Harry probably rarely had.
``Well bye.`` I said, smiling at him as we walked then turned to walk towards the bus top. A familiar grip on my hand stopped me though and I turned around to face him. ``What now Mr. Styles?`` I asked him as he sighed.
``I uh had a nice time. Maybe we can do this again like um...like maybe next Saturday or something...yeah...`` It was amusing to see harry look so tough yet act so nervous at the same time as he kicked the floor slowly, his hands tucked into his jacket as he shivered.
He scratched the back of his neck when he realized i hadn,t answered yet and began to turn away, muttering colorful words to himself such as, ``shouldn,t have f*cking asked her.`` or ``f*ck my life I`m such a retard.``
I rolled my eyes and ran up to him again, tugging on his sleeve to stop him. ``What?`` He shot at me angrily, his once kind eyes now back to their regular dark one’s as I smiled up at him. ``I’d love to.`` I told him, pulling him into a hug like before then pushed him away softly so i could meet my eyes with his. It was odd though, his eyes seemed to turn greener than emerald meaning he was calm.
Feeling brave enough, I leant up on my tippy toes and pressed my lips onto his cold cheek. Almost instantly they turned a rosy crimson color and felt warm to the touch. Smirking at his reaction I pulled away and stepped back a bit so I could wave to him. ``Bye Harry!``
He stood frozen in his spot, looking at me oddly as I turned around and mindlessly skipped towards the bus stop where a bus was already awaiting any boarding passengers. I hurriedly hopped on and paid the bus driver before finding my seat. I turned to look through the window and chuckled at Harry who was still standing in the middle of the sidewalk like his whole life just flashed before his eyes. I waved at him once more as the bus began to move.
Turning back around I sigh and take out my iPod and earphones and plug them in before putting the buds in my ear. I put on their latest single and nodded to the music as I smiled.
I couldn't wait until Saturday.