The Puppet

Majenta hadn't come home last night, and Bleu was worried. But she convinced herself that her sister had probably went to stay with her her fiance, Drake. She also had to work, so she had to believe Majenta was okay and get ready. She buttoned her shirt and tucked it into her black pants. She grabbed her keys and decided to call her after work.

"Bleu! Hurry, you're late!" Bleu's co-worker, Dana, called to her. She yanked her hair up into a messy ponytail and made her way behind the counter, trying to rush because of their unusually full house.

"Sorry! Majenta never made it home last night. I tried to stay a little late to wait on her." She responded while pulling her apron over her head.

"Oh, damn. She's okay, right?" Dana asked, wiping counters.

"I don't know... she hasn't called or texted, but I think she's with Drake. She'll probably call when she gets home or something." Bleu knew the likelihood of her sister being okay was slim; she would have called her. There was also a sinking feeling in her stomach, as if something was wrong.

"Well, let me know how everything goes." Dana smiled, creating crinkles on the sides of her brown, doe eyes. Just then, the door pinged, signaling another new customer in the already busy diner.

"I've got this one." Bleu grabbed her notepad and made her way toward the tall, dark, and hooded figure. He was attracting quiet the attention, a towering six feet in height, and he was the only person dressed in all black with a hoodie hiding his curls.

"Hi, welcome to Big Sal's. I'm Bleu and I'll be your server, today." She smiled at him and tucked a stray piece of dyed hair behind her ear. His gaze stayed locked on the floor.

"I'd just like a cup of tea, please," said a thick, attractive, British accent, something uncommon in Tennessee.

"Oh, you have an accent!" Bleu was startled by his charmingly, deep, accented voice. He looked up at her and smiled, making her thoughts blur. The tightening of her stomach never went away, allowing her to believe something was maybe wrong with her sister. But, she refused to think negative. When she got home, Majenta would be there waiting on her. His smile was tragically beautiful. It showed his teeth, but his eyes appeared dull, sad, and tortured, like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"So do you, love. What'd you say your name was, again?" He removed his hood, causing his curls to fall into his green eyes. A small scar flashed into Bleu's vision before the boy's hair covered it.

"Oh, um... Bleu." Her mind had momentarily blanked as the beautiful stranger had begun to speak to her. "I’ll just—erm—get your tea.." He looked down at his hands as she retreated, twirling them as if he'd never seen them before.

"He's a cutie." Dana said, looking up from setting another order.

"Isn't he? He has an accent, too." Bleu smiled as she began mixing his tea.

"Ooh, good job." Dana folded her pad and put her pencil behind her ear.

"Too bad I just made a total fool of myself to him." She sighed, grabbing a small dish of milk and sugar to set on the tea tray.

"I don't think you did too bad. He's looked over here four times already." Dana gave Bleu on final smile before she went to attend her tables.

She made her way to the curly-haired stranger, again, her hand shaking lightly. She was forcing herself not to have anymore blonde moments, especially ones where she forgot her name.

"Uhm, here's your tea. Milk or sugar?" She set his drink in front of him, part of her mind focusing on him and part hoping her phone would ring with a call from her sister. She was distracted by his sad, green eyes peering up at her.

"Two sugars, no milk." He tapped his hands, almost impatiently. "Would you like to know my name?" He said, while she mixed his sugar into his tea; she almost dropped it.

"Huh?" She looked up, her heart hammering in her chest. She wasn't ever so clumsy, but something about him threw her off. Maybe it was the fact that he made her forget that there was a diner full of people around her.

"My name. You told me yours. It's only fair I tell you mine." He said, staring behind her to the door. She handed him his tea, glad that her now-clumsy hands were fine. She had nothing to risk dropping.

"Sure." She was shocked. No customer had ever really offered anything as personal as a name.

"My name is... Harry. Harry Styles." He said it as if he was trying to assure himself of who he was, instead of her.

"That's a nice name." She smiled, yet she mentally face-palmed. A nice name, really? She smiled once more before walking away. Ten minutes and an empty tea cup later, Harry signaled her back over, ready for the check. Bleu slipped her name and number into his folded check and resumed her spot at the counter, waiting on his reaction.

A small smile spread across his face and he reached into his pocket, leaving a tip. And like a bat in the daytime, he was gone. She went to clean his table and smiled at what he'd left. Thirty dollars...

"Wow... a big tipper. I hope you got his number?" Dana said, picking up an order.

"No, but he got mine." She smiled, absently, completely forgetting that her sister wasn't knowingly safe and sound.

Notes

Yaaaayyyy!!!! I finished guys!! Don't you just love me? Peace :P -Kay