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?


8. Water-Ballooned

‘This morning, no doubt thousands of New York residents will be digging their driveways in their strife to reach offices and schools in what looks like the biggest snow fall for NYC in ten years...’

The shop’s radio is turned down to near silence very abruptly – though the weather reporter’s voice was admittedly somewhat grating – and Ally steps up to the counter beside me. It was a miracle that we had both made it into work unscathed, despite the fact that I think I would have been more content with working alone today, and she nudged me gently with her elbow.

‘Come on, babe,’ she murmurs, ‘you’ve barely spoken to me for a week.’ Pausing a moment, she begins to tear a shred of lettuce into even further shreds. ‘If it’s about that guy...’

I swallow. ‘Please, Al,’ I beg quietly, ‘just leave it. I don’t want to talk about it.’

‘But if it is–’ she begins, dragging in a huge breath.

Sighing, I turn away from her and grab my coat from beneath the counter. ‘You’ve got the keys to lock up, yeah?’

‘Evelyn, don’t do this,’ she says, taking a grab at my coat. I snatch it away. ‘Whatever happened can’t be that bad...’

‘It was quite bad actually,’ comes a foreign voice – a foreign, British voice. A voice from a person that had entered the shop without even my notice and, judging by Ally’s expression, hers either. On turning, it surprises me somewhat at the tiredness dragging at his features. ‘Can we talk?’

I blink several times. ‘You just...left me there.’

His eyes dart to the floor and he scuffs his boots against the tiles. ‘I was just angry–’ he begins.

‘About what?’ I whisper.

‘About...’ But he trails off, seemingly coming up short.

Ally raises a pointing finger at him and a crease forms on her brow. ‘Is that why she’s so–’

I sigh. ‘Go on your break, Al, would you?’ I say. ‘I’ll call you later.’


I turn to her. ‘Please.’

She sighs but grabs her coat even so, squeezing my arm before disappearing into the sheeting snow; she hadn’t even crossed the street before her hair was clinging to her head. She looked like she’d been water-ballooned. There is a long stretch of silence before I swallow hard. ‘So? What were you angry about?’

His eyes meet mine. ‘Don’t say it like that.’

‘Say it like what?’ I frown. ‘I’m giving you a chance to explain why you just got up and left your fucking date alone. I don’t think you can preach at me for my intonation.’

‘Swearing wasn’t necessary,’ he says quietly.

‘Oh and getting up and leaving without me was?’ I snap.

He sighs and takes several steps forward, his warmth tangible from where I stood. He blinks. ‘I really like you...’ he begins.


He raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you going to let me finish?’ I flick my eyes away and I suppose he took that as a proceed. ‘I like you because you didn’t even know who I was,’ he says quietly, ‘and therefore I know that you’re not just showing interest in me because my face is on a billboard in Times Square.’

‘Who said I was interested?’ I say, whereas in reality all I could think was how much I was lying when I said to myself that he wasn’t the one for me.

His mouth twitches. ‘You kissed me back didn’t you?’ I shrug in reply, and he reaches out to touch my cheek with his index finger. ‘I just thought that movie would ruin what it is that I loved about you in the first place.’

There is a period of silence. ‘You like that I don’t know who you are?’ I whisper.

He smiles, dimples and all, and I blush as he takes the corners of my jacket and pulls me into him. ‘Babe, I love that.’

Slowly, ever so slowly, I reach up to brush a curl from his eyes timidly. ‘Don’t do that to me again.’

He places a soft kiss on my lips and I can feel his smile against my mouth. ‘Promise.’

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