Music For Melody~On Hold

Melody's P.O.V
Cold Coffee by Ed Sheeran, one of my favorite songs, also one of Harry's favorite songs too. He's been my best friend ever since he beat up Tyler Adams for trying to take my lunch money in the first grade. We've been inseparable ever since, we pull pranks with each other, live together, sleep together.. Not in that way, we're closer then anyone could imagine, there's not one day that goes by that Harry doesn't make me smile and laugh. His jokes are stupid, corny, cheese, ect, he would make a perfect boyfriend.. Anyways, back to the present day, I'm currently walking down the street of London on my way to my job, working in a music store. Yes it doesn't pay as well as Harrys job, but at least it keeps me busy and away from my thoughts. I start to hum along with the song I'm listening to, Drunk by Ed Sheeran, you could say I'm obsessed with him, which I am, but I don't like admitting it.
You could say music to me is like breathing, without it I wouldn't have made it this far in life, Harry and music have kept me alive for 19 years. Its almost funny because my name is Melody, and music is my passion, I guess it was meant to be. I open the o of Music Beats and stroll into the cozy atmosphere, "I'm here!" I shout as I take off my headphones and shove my bag in a cubby with my name on it, "Finally, where the hell were you? I've been waiting for ages, you really need to get a damn watch." Burney muttered brushing past me, I laugh and shake my head, Burney's my boss, but he treats me like family.I shrugged and "Sorry pops, I got a little-" I begin to say,"Carried away, I know how you are with your music, you can't get enough of it. Now get to work!" He said before entering the room behind the cash register, the corner of my mouth turns up as I put my headphones back and blast Grade 8 by Ed Sheeran, there's something about his voice that makes me smile. I grab the cart of music and start going up and down the isles looking for the albums people order, here at Music Beats we carry about almost every album of any famous, up coming, forgotten, and random bands. You could say we're the grand library of music, or so Burney says, I look up and down the list and know where all of the albums are. I bob my head up and down while singing the song and run my hand over the stacks of CD cases, I pull out the requested albums and head to the back, once I'm done labeling them and putting them in their correct spots I renter the room now listening to Drunk by Ed Sheeran, I wander down a isle looking for Ed Sheerans new album. I let out a little hum of happiness when I find it, I pull it out and sneak over to the cash register, I put in the money for the album and run away from it. Burney hates when I pay, he always says what's mine is his, I still feel guilty for taking it so I sneak in money when ever I can. I return to the cart and pull out another list, I groan when my stomach starts growling, I glare at the list and walk over to my cubby, I pull out my water and take a few sips until the hungry disappears. Before you make any assumptions, I'm not anorexic, I just don't like eating at work, I feel like I'm wasting time. I throw the water back and scurry back to my cart, I pull out a few CD's and sneeze as the dust fills the air. "Dammit." I sniffle and pull my headphones off, "Excuse me." I scream and turn around, "I was-" I hold up my hand and almost glare at him, "One, never sneak up on me when I'm wearing headphones, Two, what the hell do you want?" I sigh feeling bad for yelling at him, "I'm Zayn Malik, the new employee." I stare into his deep brown eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes that would make any girl jealous, "New employee? Are you sure you have the right place?" I ask confused, Burney wouldn't hire someone without telling me, I think. "This is Music Beats, are you're Melody Grace, right?" I gap at him and storm over to Burney's office leaving Zayn standing there confused.

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