The Girl with the Red Lipstick
Here We Go
Fuck.
In all the time I have been sleeping with guy's this has never ever happened to me. Usually I try to keep my cool but right now I probably looked like a fish without water. I stood there straight ahead with wide eyes as he smirked back at me. I should have ran out when I saw him come in.
"Looked surprised?" He said, leaning against the counter with a smile on his face. Did this guy ever not look so cool about everything? Damn you British accent. If I had one I would probably never look like a dork.
I cleared my throat, grabbed a towel and wiping down the already clean counter. I haven't been this awkward since high school. You literally can taste it, or does panic have a taste? Why was I getting so worked up? He's just a guy. A really cute guy that is staring at me like I'm totally insane.
"So about those pancakes?" He asked and I nodded, going into the kitchen to see they were done. I brought them back out and laid them down in front of him. Much to my disappointment he hoped up onto a stool and smothered them with syrup right in front of me.
"There is just something about pancakes the morning after sex that just makes me so happy." He remarked giving me a slight wink. That's what took me to not be silent anymore.
"So are you always such an asshole?" He laughed, struggling to swallow the food that was in his mouth. "Say's the girl that left this morning with so much as a goodbye." I shrugged.
"It's how I do it. I don't expect to see them the next day cramming food into there mouths." I remarked, taking his money and shifting through coins for his change. I'm so used to flirting with guy's at clubs that it feels awkward to do it anywhere else. I caught Lola eyeing me from across the cafe and I rolled my eyes.
"You know you where a pretty good sex last night, I'm not gonna lie." He commented, his British accent ringing loudly and I cringed. "You know any other time I'm cool with this talk but not at the place I get money, okay?" I slapped his coins on the counter and walked away, what was I even doing?
Harry stayed at the Cafe for my last hour. He kept ordering coffee so technically we couldn't kick him out, though I wanted to really badly. I'm supposed to be this cool effortless chick that is the life of the party but around him I chock up, get awkward and don't know what to say. Screw the chemistry we had during sex (if that's what you call it) this guy brings out the worst in me. The part of me that I'm scared to ever be again. I was so far away from that girl and it feels like in one second it all just comes rushing back.
When my shift was finally over I hung up my apron, grabbed my coat and made my way out into the chilly air. Lola left awhile ago because I took an extra shift, living in New York isn't cheap. I completely forgot about Harry, I guess I couldn't be to surprised that he ran to catch up with me. Guys like him are so persistent though in this case I already gave him what he wanted so why can't he leave me alone?
"Hey you! I never got your name." He called out as he fell into stride with me.
"That's because I never told you what it was." I said right back, picking up my pace.
"Look, can I please take you out sometime?" That's when I stopped in my tracks all together. He said what?
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
I laughed. "Because your supposed to be a one night thing. You're in a boy band and I have don't even know you. So please lets just make this easy and leave." He sighed, running his hands through his mop of curly hair. I had a flashback of last night when I hit my orgasm my hands tangled into his hair as I screamed out his name, Harry panting and groaning above me. Just thinking about that moment made me soften a bit.
"Look you seem like a nice guy but I don't date." That's when he smiled.
"You go out with me just once and if you don't like it I promise I will never bother you again."
It took me a moment but I knew if I were to say yes I could get him off my back.
What have I gotten myself into?
In all the time I have been sleeping with guy's this has never ever happened to me. Usually I try to keep my cool but right now I probably looked like a fish without water. I stood there straight ahead with wide eyes as he smirked back at me. I should have ran out when I saw him come in.
"Looked surprised?" He said, leaning against the counter with a smile on his face. Did this guy ever not look so cool about everything? Damn you British accent. If I had one I would probably never look like a dork.
I cleared my throat, grabbed a towel and wiping down the already clean counter. I haven't been this awkward since high school. You literally can taste it, or does panic have a taste? Why was I getting so worked up? He's just a guy. A really cute guy that is staring at me like I'm totally insane.
"So about those pancakes?" He asked and I nodded, going into the kitchen to see they were done. I brought them back out and laid them down in front of him. Much to my disappointment he hoped up onto a stool and smothered them with syrup right in front of me.
"There is just something about pancakes the morning after sex that just makes me so happy." He remarked giving me a slight wink. That's what took me to not be silent anymore.
"So are you always such an asshole?" He laughed, struggling to swallow the food that was in his mouth. "Say's the girl that left this morning with so much as a goodbye." I shrugged.
"It's how I do it. I don't expect to see them the next day cramming food into there mouths." I remarked, taking his money and shifting through coins for his change. I'm so used to flirting with guy's at clubs that it feels awkward to do it anywhere else. I caught Lola eyeing me from across the cafe and I rolled my eyes.
"You know you where a pretty good sex last night, I'm not gonna lie." He commented, his British accent ringing loudly and I cringed. "You know any other time I'm cool with this talk but not at the place I get money, okay?" I slapped his coins on the counter and walked away, what was I even doing?
Harry stayed at the Cafe for my last hour. He kept ordering coffee so technically we couldn't kick him out, though I wanted to really badly. I'm supposed to be this cool effortless chick that is the life of the party but around him I chock up, get awkward and don't know what to say. Screw the chemistry we had during sex (if that's what you call it) this guy brings out the worst in me. The part of me that I'm scared to ever be again. I was so far away from that girl and it feels like in one second it all just comes rushing back.
When my shift was finally over I hung up my apron, grabbed my coat and made my way out into the chilly air. Lola left awhile ago because I took an extra shift, living in New York isn't cheap. I completely forgot about Harry, I guess I couldn't be to surprised that he ran to catch up with me. Guys like him are so persistent though in this case I already gave him what he wanted so why can't he leave me alone?
"Hey you! I never got your name." He called out as he fell into stride with me.
"That's because I never told you what it was." I said right back, picking up my pace.
"Look, can I please take you out sometime?" That's when I stopped in my tracks all together. He said what?
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
I laughed. "Because your supposed to be a one night thing. You're in a boy band and I have don't even know you. So please lets just make this easy and leave." He sighed, running his hands through his mop of curly hair. I had a flashback of last night when I hit my orgasm my hands tangled into his hair as I screamed out his name, Harry panting and groaning above me. Just thinking about that moment made me soften a bit.
"Look you seem like a nice guy but I don't date." That's when he smiled.
"You go out with me just once and if you don't like it I promise I will never bother you again."
It took me a moment but I knew if I were to say yes I could get him off my back.
What have I gotten myself into?
10/18/13