Two Hurting Souls & Two Helping Hearts

“Only two more days, until the concert,” I say excitedly to myself as I sit in my car, in the parking lot of the little coffee café I work at, “the boys flew in this morning.” I say this because that’s the only way I can put on a real smile on my face, after what has been happening lately with dad. Noelle thinks it hasn’t affected me, but that’s because I hide the truth and my cut book, my little black journal where I draw a deep line every time I feel the urge to cut. I have seen in Noelle that it starts off little then it becomes an addiction and I don’t want those scars to explain to my children. Snapping back into reality, I grab my book bags and head into the lovely smell of coffee and treats.

The coffee café I work at is called The Coffee Cove; it’s this sweet little café in the middle of busy Pasadena, California. As I hang up my bag and put on my apron, my manager told me she wanted me to be a waiter today, because she was going to be training a new barista and didn’t want too many people manning the machines. It was about 4:30 two and a half hours after I started when I took my thirty minute break. I sat down on the same comfy chair my sister sat in yesterday, it’s kind of our safe haven, and popped in my headphones and just watched the people slip in and out in a blur. By the time 5 o’clock rolled around I was refreshed and ready to go. After about 10 minutes my manager said there was a special costumer back by at one of the personal tabled in the back by my chair, so I grabbed my note book and walked over to our “special costumer.”

If I’m honest it should have click a little sooner I was dealing with someone very important when I saw the body guard sitting in my chair only a couple feet away. I couldn’t see the face of the costumer from the back the only thing I could see were little curls sneaking out of a bright blue beanie. ‘Weird, it kind of looks like Harry from the back’ I thought to myself.

“Hello, my name is Brie. I’ll be your waitress today, what can I get today?” I greeted the guest while struggling to get my pencil out of my pocket, but I wished I had looked up first. As I gazed into his green eyes I forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Hi. I’m Harry Styles. I’ll have a cinnamon roll, oh and … What do you recommend to drink?” He broke me out of my gazed with his deep raspy voice. I quickly scribble down his order and work my eyes back to his beautiful eyes.

“Oh ... Hi, I am a huge fan of yours…. Oh…I would recommend the… uhh… well do you want something classic or … risky?” I stammered trying to pry my eyes away from his eyes.

“I think I want something more classic, I like classic … Why don’t you just surprise me?” He said with such comfort in his voice, making me feel at ease and collect myself.

“Sure thing, Mr. Styles I will get that to you right away.” I quickly turn on my heels trying to avoid him seeing the heavy red blush that was settling on my whole face. I glare at my manager as I give her the ticket which I scribble a simple but daring surprise for Harry. His drink and cinnamon roll and drink were ready, as I walked over to his table I started to control my breathing so I don’t start fangirling right in front of him. “Here you are Mr. Styles a cinnamon roll and I brought you a Cinnamon Dolce Latte.” I said with as much courage I could muster, while being weakened at the knees by the Harry Styles.

“Please call me Harry. Just Harry is fine. Do you want to pull up a chair and sit with me Brie?” He asked.

“I would love to but I’m working for another fifteen minutes.” I say truly saddened but the word I had to say.

“Oh ok well… I just have to wait for you then.” Harry said looking at his body guard, who I now recognized as Paul telling him he was going to be here for a while. I walked away wondering why he was waiting for me, but then just dismissed while I worked until 5:30. As I clocked out I made myself a Carmel Macchiato, grabbed by bag and walked over to Harry’s table to take a seat. “Wow, it has been fifteen minutes already? Anyway, how are you Brie?” He questioned

“I’m okay. I do have a question, why do you want to talk to me?” I questioned right back at him.

“I always like to talk to fans, but I never have the time. I just want to hear what it’s like to but on the outside looking in on One Direction. It sounds funny, I know. I am also trying to write a song to the fans, and I think some fan input would be good.” He explained

“Well, I think that makes sense, let me see how I can help.” I said. We talked for hours we laughed I told him my story, he told me what it’s like to travel and when 8 o’clock came around we had almost written a whole song. And when I saw I had a ton of missed messages from Noelle, Mom and Dad I decided it was time to leave soon. “Well this was so much fun but I have to get going,” I explain how I have to get home.

“Well, I think you’re really talented in song writing, can I have your number to talk later? Oh and your fan account on twitter so I can give you a follow.” He said. I reluctantly gave him everything he asked for. As I stood up to leave he stood up and gave me the best hug I have ever received as he said, “Thanks for everything today.” I walked so slowly wanting to savor everything that just happened in the last four hours, and how my life was never going to be the same.

Notes

Wow chapter two. Feed back? Comment please anything helps.

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