Who Are You

I awoke suddenly at the scream of my alarm clock. I was still tired from being up so late. My hand lazily searched around in the dark for it. Finally, I found it and turned it off. I lied there in bed for a bit, sensing an eerie feeling I had a nightmare again last night. The eventful situations of last night popped into my head. I shook them off and climbed out from my messy bed. Here goes day two.

After doing my hair and makeup,I threw on some black leggings and a random blue tee. Checking out my outfit in the mirror, I shrugged. Good enough.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I drove the busy streets of Seattle. Today Carter & I would be starting boxing and I got to work my shift at the bar alone.

I pulled into an empty spot and gathered my things before stepping out into the warm weather. Maybe I should've worn shorts after all.

The door dinged as I walked in and the first thing I laid eyes on was Harry. Shit. I forgot I would have to face him today. Was he going to ask me about what happened? Oh god.

Harry's eyes searched the room and landed on me. His eyebrows scrunched up as he took me in.
"You look like hell," he said before sitting down on a chair behind the main desk. His long legs dangling uncomfortably in front of him.

I can't believe he said that. My makeup must not of covered the dark bags under my eyes as well as I thought. Still, he was there last night, he shouldn't be teasing me. That's what he was doing,right?

"If you don't go you wont be early, prissy," Harry said absentmindedly while he played around with the navy bandana in his hair. If possible, he looked even hotter than yesterday. Lucy! He just insulted you and now you're daydreaming about him?

Ugh,he was so infuriating. My blue eyes rolled as I walked past him with a purpose. Before entering the hallway,I decided to turn around and give him a piece of my mind. He was already looking at me though, well actually, my ass.

"My eyes are up here Harry!" I scolded him but I could feel a grin beginning to form on my face.

He didn't even seem fazed instead he stood up rather abruptly and hastily came over to me.

"How in hell do you know my name?" He growled with a tense jaw.

What? That's what he wants to ask me? That reminds me, how does he know my name! I placed my hand on my hip and crossed my arms.

"I think I should be the one asking you how you know my name," my finger pointed at him while we bickered back and forth.

We kept arguing and our voices got louder as we stepped towards each other. Carter burst through the doors to the hallway, almost running into us. His bright eyes widened as he evaluated the situation. Harry and I were inches apart. A vein in Harry's neck was bulging and my face was fire red, boy did this guy sure know how to push my buttons.

Carter's eyes darted to the floor and he cleared his throat. Harry gave me a hard stare before stalking off into the hallway. Under his breath I heard him tell Carter he was going to work out.

"Well,well," Carter muttered while shaking his head back and forth, "already fighting?"

We both burst into laughter. It was nice to laugh with someone freely.

I rubbed my head in exasperation whilst sighing. Harry was a piece of work.

"I guess, it was stupid anyways!" I played it off as nothing, even though it was still bothering me.

"Good! Now let's start our session, we will go a little past ten since you were, um occupied," Carter informed me, I was grateful he didn't bring up the argument again.

"Yeah, let's do this!" I said excitedly and clapped my hands together once. Go time.

~

One, two, punch.

One, two, punch.

I repeated the mantra over and over in my head as I pounded the punching bag. I had a successful lesson with Carter. We practiced the basic moves we talked about yesterday and he told me our schedule. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays we would have boxing lessons, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I would have a workout. Today was Tuesday, but we weren't starting the plan until tomorrow.
My eyes glanced up to the clock hanging on the mirror wall above. I really liked it because you could see the power and force behind every assault. It was one,my shift at the bar didn't start until six, but I was growing tired.

I decided to practice some kicks before I stopped.

One, two, kick.

One, two, kick.

"You know you're supposed to say it in your head," a raspy voice whispered in my ear. I didn't know I had been speaking out loud, but then my instincts took over and I elbowed the guy in the stomach before turning around to see who it was. Harry was bent over at the waist clutching his stomach in pain. Ha! That's what he gets for calling me prissy.

"You, bitch! What was that for?" He choked out between breaths. His green eyes locking with mine before I teared mine away and looked at the ground. Now I kind of felt bad. Did he really deserve that?

"Im sorry, I didn't know it was you-" I tried explaining but he cut me off.

"Oh, bullshit!" He rasped out with his teeth clenched together, "You knew exactly who it was prissy!"
My face heated up again, I hated that name!

"Yeah, you're right, and you deserve it, Curly!" I replied referring to his captivating hair. I was breathing heavily now ready for an argument.

He stepped back in surprise. Yeah, take that!

"Did you just call me Curly?" He said while narrowing his perfect eyes. They turned slightly darker, and I gulped remembering this is what happened last night, "You're gonna regret that."

With that he left me alone in the gym. Oh no, what had I done?

~

It was Saturday morning and I was at a mall a few blocks away from my flat. The last few days had flown by. My lessons with Carter were going amazing, though he was going a bit to easy on me. My shifts at the pub were boring and slow, due to it being the weekdays. Rick had warned me thought that the weekends were pretty crazy, so I was looking forward to tonight.

I absentmindedly flipped through rack of athletic clothes, in search of some apparel for boxing. I picked up a pair of leggings and held them up to my waist.

"Don't bother, you don't have the ass for them anyways," a cool breath told me against my ear.
I turned in surprise and rolled my eyes at who it was, Harry. I scoffed, remembering just the other day when I caught him checking me out.

"Well you certainly seemed entertained with it the other day," I replied with confidence while setting the leggings back on the rack.

Harry looked slightly amused for once, he usually had no emotion. His fit body was dressed in a white v-neck with black skinny jeans plastered to his long legs. He must've sensed me dazing off because he waved his large hand in front of my face obnoxiously.

While batting it away, he asked me if I worked at Luckys, the pub by where he had helped me the other day. As I was about to tell him yes, a quick thought came to my mind.

Why does he even care?

"Well it's not any of your business, but yes, I do." I told him before strutting away and out of Nike.

He started following me but stopped at the exit yelling, "Maybe I'll see you there later!"

A smile crept up my face and I was grateful I happened to have my back turned away from him so he couldn't see I me blush. He was so confusing, one minute insulting and swearing at me, and then the next actually being decent.

Ugh. Harry, who are you?

~

Later that day.

I paced back and forth between the customers as they hollered out their orders to me. Rick was right, it was packed. Random people and some usuals were strewn about the building watching sports and chatting with friends.

I finished up a Bloody Mary and slid it over to the group of women across the counter. Then I looked up in search of my next customer only to be met by light green eyes. Harry.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a flustered way. I had other, more important customers to get to!
"Hey, that's no way to speak to a buyer, and I told you I would be coming around here," Harry spoke solemnly, fumbling with his hair, which was up in a sexy quiff.

"Whatever," I replied curtly and hurriedly prepared a perfect margarita for a brunette around my age. I had made sure to card her earlier, she was barely twenty-one.

All the while I could hear her shamelessly flirting with Harry. He didn't seem very interested, but he still kept up a light banter with her. I watched in shock as she leaned into him and slipped her number in his shirt pocket.

Slut.

I gave her the margarita and a fake smile before she pranced away. My eyes landed on Harry and my face turned hard.

"What's up your ass now?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing, are you going to order or just sit here and pester me?" I replied impolitely as I put my hand on my hip, making a statement.

"I'll take a beer," he requested while his steamy eyes followed the girl from before.

For some reason this whole thing was bothering me. I angrily filled a glass with the substance and carelessly shoved it across the counter. I must've been really upset because the drink slid easily along the wood surface and tipped over the edge, spilling all over Harry's white shirt. He jumped back in disgust, the alcohol making his shirt cling to his body and carrying a nasty scent.

"For fuck sake Lucy!" He screeched. Great, just perfect. Harry stormed out of the building, not even giving me a chance to apologize. I buried my face in my hands and let out a frustrated sigh. At least it was almost closing time.

After I got home it was a little past one. It seemed as if I sat on my bed thinking about Harry forever before I wandered off into sleep.

I didn't have a nightmare, just a dream about a green-eyed, curly haired boy...

Notes

Another update! I'm in the writing mood.(:

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