Alison's POV

I felt like a ghost just trying to get through days. I didn't want to see anyone but somehow my mum had managed to move in with me just for a month or so. "You can't be on your own now," was the sentence she kept replaying to me everyday.

It was a week since I saw Harry. He had called me hundreds times but I had talked to him just once on the phone. He was at her mum's still but I just couldn't talk to him so I didn't answer his calls.

"Tea?" my mum woke me up on my thoughts and I forced a smile. "Yeah," I sighed and she placed a cup in front of me. Harry would've known I liked my tea with milk.

"So, what's your plans for the day?" she asked as she sat across the kitchen table. "Seriously mum?" I said raising my eyebrow and she shrugged.

"You need to start looking forward you know," she said while sipping her tea.

"Well, I've been thinking about dropping photographing. At least for a while," I told her truthfully. "I just... can't do that after... you know. I don't know. And Brianna always complains about the lack of staff in the restaurant so I thought..."

"...You could ask for a job there?" she completed my sentence as I kept stumbling with my words. "If that's what you think is for the best. But I know you love photographing and you've created great contacts. If you quit it now you've start from clear," I hated when she was right but I kept my mind.

"I think it's for the best now," I said staring at the cup in front of me. Suddenly I didn't feel like having a breakfast so I got up and started to clean the table.

"What's the rush now?" my mum asked frowning. "You're right for once. I need to start looking forward."

"I didn't mean it like that," she said but I didn't listen to her anymore and I made my way to bedroom. I quickly changed into a decent dress and put my messy hair into a ponytail. I washed my face and did my make-up quickly before putting my stuff into a purse and walking towards the front door.

"Alison, are you hundred procent sure?" my mum had been watching my doings and now she was leaning against the wall as I put my shoes on. "Yeah, I just... It'll be good for me," I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince her or myself but I made my way out of the door and towards the restaurant Brianna was working.

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The tables were full and I ran like crazy around the restaurant. Yes, I did get the job a few weeks ago. It wasn't that hard. You just needed to reveal a bit of skin and you'd get hired right away.

"Anything else? Okay, thank you," I smiled at the couple and wrote down their orders then half running back in the kitchen. Jerry's was a small restaurant which had seen its best days years ago. But people still came for the cheap and moderate food so it was always busy there. I wasn't complaining. It kept my mind off things and I also got paid so.

"Take a break," Brianna stopped me when I took another order. I looked at her like she was crazy. There was noway she could manage by her own at the moment. "No, seriously. Go to the back door there's someone who wants to meet you," she said and I shook my head. "My mum probably doesn't have anything important. She can wait another hour when I got home," I said but she took the plates of my hands and pushed me towards the door.

I walked down the hallway to the back entrance and opened the door. "Mum I don't..." I started but stopped when I saw the person. Harry was standing there and smoking a cigarette. He caught my eyes and I almost pulled the door closed but he was quicker.

"Alison wait!" he said pushing himself inside the building. I just stared at him and he looked at me his chest rising heavily.

"You don't smoke," I blurted out because I didn't know what else to say. "Uhm, something Zayn taught me once... And this week I just... Whatever. Look I need to talk to you," he said while dropping the fag on the ground and damping it with the tip of his shoe. I looked at him like he was someone else. He got bags under his eyes and he got a bandana on his head trying to hide his dirty and messy hair. In two weeks he seemed to be changed into a stranger and the thought made me took a step back.

"You shouldn't be working," he whispered and then I realized I had been staring at him. I looked away shaking my head. "You don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do. I need money and this is a good distraction," I told him.

"No, you don't need money," he said quietly. He started to dig something from his pocket and then he took his wallet out. "Are you fucking crazy? I'm not a charity case that you can give money to make you feel better," I yelled and he looked repentant. I shook my head in disbelief and opened the door showing my hand for him to leave. "I'm working I don't have time for this."

"I'm so sorry! I'm fucking stupid, god," he said rubbing his forehead with his hand. "I'm not leaving until you talk to me," he said then blocking my way so I couldn't get back to the kitchen.

"Seriously Harry, I don't have time for this," I said more calmly. "Okay, when you have time then?" he asked. His hand brushed mine and it sent goosebumps to my skin. He seemed to notice his effect on me and a small smile played on his lips for a second.

"I don't know," I finally sighed. "I'm not leaving until you tell me when," his voice was stern and he frowned when I caught his gaze.

"Okay, whatever. Tomorrow's fine," I gave in. My boss wouldn't be pleased if he caught me having a break in the middle of the shift.

He looked at me with pleading eyes and I had never seen him so hurt before. We just stared at each other's eyes for a moment. His expression made me stood there still. I felt like I couldn't move.

A loud noise echoed down the hall from the kitchen and it made me jump a little. "Okay uhm... I need to go now," I said taking a few steps backwards before turning around.

"Wait," he whispered taking a hold of my wrist. He whirled me around against the wall and I gave him a confused look. Before I had time to do anything his lips were on mine and seconds after when I got my brain working again I was pushing him away.

"Harry no," I said but he didn't let me and tightened the grip of my wrist. "I said no," I yelled and he finally let me go. "I just... Alison... God, I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking..." he stuttered but I was running away from him already. He didn't taste like Harry. He tasted like cigarettes and someone I knew once.

Notes

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