Flashbacks and Echoes
Chapter 2
Jamie's POV
I hate this job. Coffee after coffee, complaining customer after complaining customer. Doesn't anyone have manners anymore?! Less than two years and I'll be a nurse. I keep telling myself that but two years feels like a lifetime away. A little less than an hour left of my shift and then I can get out of here and pick up Sam. I doubt we'll actually do anything aside from drive around the city; it's still too cold to do anything outside. "Story of My Life" comes on and breaks me from my thoughts; I love this song, but I really wish they'd come out with a new single so the radio could stop overplaying this song. My phone has been buzzing almost nonstop for the past 10 minutes. I'm not supposed to check my phone while I'm working but it could be an emergency so I ran to the bathroom to check it. Seventeen missed calls and twelve texts. This girl better be dying for this shit. I decide to open the texts first, I'm sure they'll tell me what's going on.
Sam: Call me.
Sam: Call me NOW.
Sam: Jamie, you will regret this for the rest of your life if you do not call me.
Sam: I can only drive around so long.
Drive around? Why is she driving anywhere? I don't get out of work for another 45 minutes.
Sam: Jamie, seriously.
Sam: I know you're working
Sam: And I know you can't pick up the phone
Sam: GO TO THE BATHROOM. NOW.
Sam: You leave me now choice.
This girl can be so dramatic sometimes. Did she run out of tampons? Is she gonna take mine? Wouldn't be the first time.
Sam: THEY'RE STARTING TO REALIZE I'M AIMLESSLY DRVING
They?
Sam: Please don't scream......
Sam: Niall Horan and Harry Styles are in my car.
I'm gullible, sometimes really gullible, but now she's gone too far with the jokes. Not even I'm going to fall for this one.
"Oh really? That's awesome. Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez came in today for coffee. They were pretty cool." I replied.
Sam: Jamie, I am not even kidding. I swear to god if I'm lying you can go home and break every instrument I have in our apartment.
What? There's no way she'd say that about a joke.
"Are you kidding me Sam?! THEE Harry Styles in your car?! The green eyed, brown haired, dimpled man is in your car. Right now. While I'm STUCK AT WORK."
Sam's POV
"Where are we going?" Harry asked me.
"My place."
"You live this far away?" Niall asks.
"No, I'm just driving. I want to make sure no one is trailing us." I lie.
"Oh. Yeah, that's smart." Niall says.
I grab my phone to try calling Jamie again. I must've called her at least 15 times by now. Still now answer. Dammit, one more time, then she's on her own. Still no answer so I decided to tell her they were in my car.
"What are you doing?!" Harry asks.
He's definitely panicking. He snatched my phone right from my hands. He might be some hot shot celebrity, but he needs to learn boundaries or he can get the hell out of my car. Jamie would kill me, but my favorite is in my front seat; I have no use for Harry Styles.
"I'm trying to get a hold of my best friend." I answered.
"No! No one can know we're here. I thought you were trying to help us?! You can't just be telling all of your friends that we're here." Harry snaps.
"Lets get a few things straight, okay? I'm a huge One Direction fan, so I assure you I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you two. That's first. Secondly, my best friend is also my roommate, so if you guys are going to be crashing at my place until we figure out a plan, I'd rather her KNOW you're going to be there, then here walk into the house to see the man who she considers to be the love her life just hanging out in our living room. If you don't believe me, you can look at my phone. I'll unlock for you and everything."
He hands me the phone so I can unlock it. My phone is swamped with messages from my best friend. There were at least thirty, but I only saw one when Harry took the phone back to validate what I said and she was fangirling. Hard.
Harry laughed, so I can only imagine he's gotten to the part where Jamie realizes I'm not lying to her.
"Are you kidding me Sam?! THEE Harry Styles in your car?! The green eyed, brown haired, dimpled man is in your car. Right now. While I'm stuck at work." Harry reads aloud. "I'm in my work uniform. Oh my God!! I can't meet Harry Styles in a Dunkin Donuts uniform. Don't take them to our place yet. Stall them!"
I can't even help but laugh. He keeps my phone and I suspect he's texting her back.
"Your friend is a big fan, eh?" Niall asks.
"Yeah, she's the reason I like you guys. I wasn't sold at first, but she brought me to the dark side."
Harry still had my phone and every once in a while he would laugh under his breath. What is so funny?
"Is this your friend?" Harry held up a picture on my phone.
"Yep, that's Jamie. It's a little old. She doesn't have the blonde in her hair anymore, just the red." I replied.
"She's cute."
He handed me back my phone with a smug look on his face.
Jamie's POV
Sam: Yes, thee Harry Styles. What are you gonna say to him?!
What am I going to say to him. I have to play it cool. I can't be like every other girl he's met. I need to act like he's just another guy in my living room.
"I don't think shouting 'I love you, will you marry me?' would be acceptable. Maybe I just won't say anything." I replied.
Sam: You'll never know if you don't ask ;P
Right. Because Harry Styles would like twice at me when he can get essentially any woman he wants. Give me a break.
"I don't think I can do this. I'm gonna puke. Or pass out. He's so perfect. And ugh those dimples are going to be in front of me. Maybe I'll just go in for the kiss. He's hiding out at our apartment. I'm providing him shelter. It's the least he can do."
Sam: Maybe it'll be your lucky day. We'll be home in a few minutes. See you soon ;)
My shift is over and I run back into the bathroom to fix my make up and look as presentable as I can. I smell like a giant doughnut. This is not how I planned on meeting Harry Styles. Not at all. I guess I can't be picky, an opportunity is an opportunity. I say goodbye to my coworkers and head to my car. I only work about 5 minutes away from the apartment so I don't have much time to mentally prepare myself for what's about to happen. Before I know it, I'm in front of the apartment.
"Here goes nothing."
I unlock the outside door and take a deep breath. There are only two floors between Harry and I. Right as I get to the door to open it, it swings open. There he is. Harry Styles is in my doorway. I can't move. I can't think. I'm not even sure I'm breathing.
"You," he paused "must be Jamie."
I hate this job. Coffee after coffee, complaining customer after complaining customer. Doesn't anyone have manners anymore?! Less than two years and I'll be a nurse. I keep telling myself that but two years feels like a lifetime away. A little less than an hour left of my shift and then I can get out of here and pick up Sam. I doubt we'll actually do anything aside from drive around the city; it's still too cold to do anything outside. "Story of My Life" comes on and breaks me from my thoughts; I love this song, but I really wish they'd come out with a new single so the radio could stop overplaying this song. My phone has been buzzing almost nonstop for the past 10 minutes. I'm not supposed to check my phone while I'm working but it could be an emergency so I ran to the bathroom to check it. Seventeen missed calls and twelve texts. This girl better be dying for this shit. I decide to open the texts first, I'm sure they'll tell me what's going on.
Sam: Call me.
Sam: Call me NOW.
Sam: Jamie, you will regret this for the rest of your life if you do not call me.
Sam: I can only drive around so long.
Drive around? Why is she driving anywhere? I don't get out of work for another 45 minutes.
Sam: Jamie, seriously.
Sam: I know you're working
Sam: And I know you can't pick up the phone
Sam: GO TO THE BATHROOM. NOW.
Sam: You leave me now choice.
This girl can be so dramatic sometimes. Did she run out of tampons? Is she gonna take mine? Wouldn't be the first time.
Sam: THEY'RE STARTING TO REALIZE I'M AIMLESSLY DRVING
They?
Sam: Please don't scream......
Sam: Niall Horan and Harry Styles are in my car.
I'm gullible, sometimes really gullible, but now she's gone too far with the jokes. Not even I'm going to fall for this one.
"Oh really? That's awesome. Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez came in today for coffee. They were pretty cool." I replied.
Sam: Jamie, I am not even kidding. I swear to god if I'm lying you can go home and break every instrument I have in our apartment.
What? There's no way she'd say that about a joke.
"Are you kidding me Sam?! THEE Harry Styles in your car?! The green eyed, brown haired, dimpled man is in your car. Right now. While I'm STUCK AT WORK."
Sam's POV
"Where are we going?" Harry asked me.
"My place."
"You live this far away?" Niall asks.
"No, I'm just driving. I want to make sure no one is trailing us." I lie.
"Oh. Yeah, that's smart." Niall says.
I grab my phone to try calling Jamie again. I must've called her at least 15 times by now. Still now answer. Dammit, one more time, then she's on her own. Still no answer so I decided to tell her they were in my car.
"What are you doing?!" Harry asks.
He's definitely panicking. He snatched my phone right from my hands. He might be some hot shot celebrity, but he needs to learn boundaries or he can get the hell out of my car. Jamie would kill me, but my favorite is in my front seat; I have no use for Harry Styles.
"I'm trying to get a hold of my best friend." I answered.
"No! No one can know we're here. I thought you were trying to help us?! You can't just be telling all of your friends that we're here." Harry snaps.
"Lets get a few things straight, okay? I'm a huge One Direction fan, so I assure you I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you two. That's first. Secondly, my best friend is also my roommate, so if you guys are going to be crashing at my place until we figure out a plan, I'd rather her KNOW you're going to be there, then here walk into the house to see the man who she considers to be the love her life just hanging out in our living room. If you don't believe me, you can look at my phone. I'll unlock for you and everything."
He hands me the phone so I can unlock it. My phone is swamped with messages from my best friend. There were at least thirty, but I only saw one when Harry took the phone back to validate what I said and she was fangirling. Hard.
Harry laughed, so I can only imagine he's gotten to the part where Jamie realizes I'm not lying to her.
"Are you kidding me Sam?! THEE Harry Styles in your car?! The green eyed, brown haired, dimpled man is in your car. Right now. While I'm stuck at work." Harry reads aloud. "I'm in my work uniform. Oh my God!! I can't meet Harry Styles in a Dunkin Donuts uniform. Don't take them to our place yet. Stall them!"
I can't even help but laugh. He keeps my phone and I suspect he's texting her back.
"Your friend is a big fan, eh?" Niall asks.
"Yeah, she's the reason I like you guys. I wasn't sold at first, but she brought me to the dark side."
Harry still had my phone and every once in a while he would laugh under his breath. What is so funny?
"Is this your friend?" Harry held up a picture on my phone.
"Yep, that's Jamie. It's a little old. She doesn't have the blonde in her hair anymore, just the red." I replied.
"She's cute."
He handed me back my phone with a smug look on his face.
Jamie's POV
Sam: Yes, thee Harry Styles. What are you gonna say to him?!
What am I going to say to him. I have to play it cool. I can't be like every other girl he's met. I need to act like he's just another guy in my living room.
"I don't think shouting 'I love you, will you marry me?' would be acceptable. Maybe I just won't say anything." I replied.
Sam: You'll never know if you don't ask ;P
Right. Because Harry Styles would like twice at me when he can get essentially any woman he wants. Give me a break.
"I don't think I can do this. I'm gonna puke. Or pass out. He's so perfect. And ugh those dimples are going to be in front of me. Maybe I'll just go in for the kiss. He's hiding out at our apartment. I'm providing him shelter. It's the least he can do."
Sam: Maybe it'll be your lucky day. We'll be home in a few minutes. See you soon ;)
My shift is over and I run back into the bathroom to fix my make up and look as presentable as I can. I smell like a giant doughnut. This is not how I planned on meeting Harry Styles. Not at all. I guess I can't be picky, an opportunity is an opportunity. I say goodbye to my coworkers and head to my car. I only work about 5 minutes away from the apartment so I don't have much time to mentally prepare myself for what's about to happen. Before I know it, I'm in front of the apartment.
"Here goes nothing."
I unlock the outside door and take a deep breath. There are only two floors between Harry and I. Right as I get to the door to open it, it swings open. There he is. Harry Styles is in my doorway. I can't move. I can't think. I'm not even sure I'm breathing.
"You," he paused "must be Jamie."
Notes
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