Serendipity
♡ So Baby If You Want Me To Drive To KFC ♡
Harry’s POV:
It was now Sunday late afternoon, Mya and I were home alone and we haven’t spoken since the phone call yesterday at Stewart’s...I can’t get her out of my head, not so much the romantic way but the thought as to why she doesn’t like me...Everyone I have met has be nice to me and I have been nice back, am I really such a bad guy?
I was bored so I walked down the hallway.
“You’re always working late...”, I heard Mya speaking, “You know, its not just the fact that you’re always working late, imagine what Harry thinks?! You’re suppose to be looking after him, not me!”
There was silence, I’m gathering her mum was saying something.
“I know mum! But I didn’t sign up for it, Jazz and you did. How do you expect me to look after the house, cause you’re not around, let alone have a 24/7 guest over for the next six months!” I could here Mya getting angry.
I decided to walk into the room, I saw Mya crossed legged on the couch next to Ginger, who was asleep.
“Look, I gotta go, bye.” I didn’t even think Mya let Libby reply.
“Are you okay?” I asked, walking to her.
“Um,” She said rubbing her temples, “Yea fine, what would you like for dinner?” She sighed, getting up form the lounge and walked over to the kitchen cupboards.
“Look, I think your are...great.” I said blankly.
“Huh?” She asked confused, grabbing steaks out of the fridge.
“The whole hospitality thing...” I confirmed.
“You heard the conversation didn’t you?” Mya asked, stabbing the knife into the clean wrap that surrounded the steak tray.
“Yea...” I frowned my brows by her angered movement...I don’t trust her with that knife...
“I bet you were expecting some sort of perfect, happy family that would go on family outings on the weekends and sit down at the dinner table and talk about what they did that day and just be...normal!” Mya avoiding my eye contact whilst cooking the steak.
“No family is perfect Mya,” I told her, walking over to her and making her turn around, “Even though we have our moments...” I trailed off, getting a smirk from her, “I wouldn’t want any other family to stay with.”
I made her smile, which I loved, “Really?” She asked.
“Yeah, who would I fight with if you weren’t here?” I laughed.
“Dick!!!” She playfully slapped me.
I looked over to the pan, “Um, Mya...” I scratched the back of my head.
“Yeah...” She looked at me.
“You kinda burnt the steaks...” I tried not to laugh.
“What?!” She turned around, “Shit!” She cursed, turning off the stove, checking if the steaks were still edible, “What are we going to do?!” She looked at me worried, “You know,” She crossed her arms, “This wouldn’t of happened if you didn’t distract me.”
“Just blame everything on me!” I huffed, “Look, why don’t we save the fighting for later and get take out?”
“For once I agree with you Styles,” She walked towards the cupboard, taking out a bag which by the looks had take out menus in it.
“I say we get Thai?” I leaned on the island table.
“Done.” She smiled, grabbing a menu and the home phone.
Monday:
Mya’s POV:
Great. Monday. FML.
I woke up a seven and walked down the stairs still half asleep. I walked to kitchen and sat down on one of the stools, adjacent to the island table. I rested my head onto the cold marble and groaned.
“Morning!” Harry cheerfully announced, turning the T.V on and coming towards the kitchen.
“Why are you so happy?!” I frowned.
“Cause I’m a morning person....” He replied.
“So am I, going to bed reasonably, but, you know, tumblr had other plans.” I laughed.
“Do you want toast?” Harry asked, pulling out a square.
“No-” I said as I looked up, realising Harry was shirtless...damn.
“What?” Harry smirked.
I covered my eyes with the tea towel close by, “PUT A SHIRT ON MAN!” I yelled.
“Why?!” Harry smirked again.
“My house my rules!” I smiled back.
I walked away, heading back to my bedroom, “Be ready in twenty minutes Styles, that includes a SHIRT!”
20 MINUTES LATER:
Harry and I had made it to school with not as many fights as the first time. Achievement! We walked through the front gate and walked towards the lockers.
Harry was telling me something about Gemma or whatever and I bumped into someone I REALLY didn’t want to see.
“Sorry-” I said, picking up the folder I dropped, to the look up, to those gorgeous hazel eyes I had missed dearly.
“Mya!” He smiled sweetly, the only dimple on his right cheek showing.
“Hey.” I smiled weakly.
“Who this?” He asked with a rush of hurt in his eyes.
“Um, Bradley, this is Harry, he is part of the exchange program, he’s from England.” I replied with a toothless half smile.
“Hey mate.” Harry smiled, shaking Bradley’s hand.
“Um, we better get going...” I said, looking up at Harry.
He was confused, but saw I didn’t want to talk about it right now, “Yeah, nice meeting you Bradley...”
“You too Harry.” He gave us a stern look and walked off.
“What was that about?” Harry asked worried.
“Nothing.” I shrugged off and continued walking.
“Sup retard...s!” We heard a yell coming from a distance.
We turned around to find Coraline walking towards us, with two take away coffee’s in her hand.
“One for you hun, oh, Harry, sorry I didn’t get you one...jokes I’m not sorry, next time, tell me,” Coraline smiled, “So, how has you day been so far?”
“I ran into him, but you know...” I sighed.
“Ohhhhh,” Coraline clicked on, “Should of gotten you a stronger coffee.” She hugged me.
END OF THE DAY:
“Hey Coraline...” I smiled and batted my eye lashes.
“What do you want?!” Coraline got to the point.
“Could you maybe...walk home...with Harry?” I asked.
“Why the hell would I do that?” She replied.
“Cause I have Netball training with the under nine’s this afternoon.” I pleaded.
“But!-” Coraline whined.
“PLEASE!!!” I begged.
“Fine! But you owe me! And I’m only do this for you!” She sighed, while rubbing her temples.
“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” I smiled, giving her a massive hug.
“Okay, your killing me!” She chocked, my hug being too tight.
“I better go, I shall be home around four-ish.” I waved as I ran to the change rooms located near the school’s netball courts. Sometimes the school rents outs the courts for training, but since I go to this school they let me off the hook. I used to play netball as a child but I stopped, I had a knee injury and school became a higher priority. So now I coach under nine’s team, as the saying goes, those who can’t do, teach.
I got changed and headed to the court to find my adorable players.
“Okay girls, lets start up with a warm up!” I smiled, “Run around half of the court then do some stretching.”
40 MINUTES LATER:
“Sarah, is your mum picking you up today?” I asked her. Sarah was the shyest of them all, she was always left last, “Or is Alec picking you up?”
She smiled, “Alec should be here soon...”
“How about we walk to the front of the school and wait for him?” I smiled back.
Sarah nodded her head.
We walked to the front and I asked her about her school. She said she was happy and had great friends. She also mention that Liam, was their exchange student... how could I forget. I asked her if they got along and she replied that its as if they had been friends forever, which I hate to admit think its cute. She was asking me about the latest celebrity gossip when we got interrupted but a car door closing, or rather two.
“Sarah!” Alec smiled, running up to her and giving her a hug. It was a cute site.
“Hey Mi!” Alec smiled and gave me a hug. You could say Alec and I were close ish friends.
“Hey Alec, I-” I smiled, but the vision of Liam came into sight as he started to approach us, “I wasn’t aware Liam was coming along.”
“Surprise!” Liam smiled.
“Oh no!” Sarah exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?” Alec and I said in unison.
“I forgot my water bottle at the courts!” She replied, “Alec!” She whined, “Come with me to get it?”
“Okay, we gotta be quick.” He replied, walking with his sister back to the courts.
“So...” I said.
“So...” Liam imitated.
...awkward turtle...
“You must really love children.” He smiled.
“What do you mean?” I questioned.
“Well from what I’ve heard, you train an under nine’s netball team, you babysit children in your street and you wanna become a teacher...” He answered.
“How-?” I stared at him.
“Alec told me.” He smiled, accomplished with himself.
“Well the first two are true and the last one is, well,...debatable...”
“How do you mean?” He asked curious.
“I’m-” I was about to tell him when Sarah came running up and hopped on my back.
“Rahhhhhhh!” She screamed.
“Argh!!!!!” I laughed, “You scared me!”
“Come on Sarah, stop tormenting Mya, we gotta get going.” Alec smiled.
“See you soon Sarah,” I hugged her, “Bye Alec,” I smiled as I hugged him as well.
Alec and Sarah were walking back to the car, when Liam asked me a question, “Hey, I was wondering, you seem like a nice girl when your not around Coraline or Harry-”
“Hey!” I playfully shoved him, I gotta admit, its hard not to like Liam.
“What I’m trying to say is, would you like to grab a tea or something?” He asked innocently.
I started to laugh, “In Australia, we don’t go out for tea, we get coffee.”
“Oh...” He frowned, “Coffee then?”
“Sure,” I smiled, giving him my number, “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” Liam smirked and ran off to catch up with Alec and Sarah.
I know what your thinking...oooooooh, Mya likes Liam... so what if I did?
Coraline’s POV:
WHAT THE FUCK?!
“So, in this one episode of friends-” Harry smiled. We were about a block away from Mya’s and Harry’s was annoying me so much!
“Look, Harry, I’m sorry, but I honestly don’t care!” I yelled at him.
“But…” He started up again.
“I don’t know the British version of this...but shut the fuck up!” I shouted back at him.
He looked slightly upset because of the screaming, at the moment with his sad eyes and pouting lips he looked like one of those little sad puppies that you see at the pet store.
“Hey...I’m really sorry I yelled at you; I overreacted. How bout I buy you that coffee that I was supposed to buy you before?” I asked him, looking up with a small smile.
“It’s ok...thanks maybe the caffeine will help keep me awake this afternoon while I attempt to study.” He said with a laugh.
We walk together to the cafe that I got Mya’s and my coffees this morning, Harry told me his order and I paid. We continued walking till we reached the house, he went towards the door and I started to walk away.
“You don’t have to leave...I not mad at you...” He said to me.
I turned to him and said very unenthusiastically, “I have work this afternoon, so I can’t stay...”
“Ok...where do you work?” He quizzed me.
“Oh you are never getting the that information from me! That is personal information!” I replied.
***
I hate working at KFC, but money is money and I like money. Something else that I hate is working the counter; having to be nice to people that I don’t know. It was all good in the hood, until he walked in. Great!
“Hey can I have...what are you doing here?” He asked me, looking slightly confused and shocked.
“Um...this is where I like to spend my free time...” I replied sarcasm laced my voice. He gave me a weird look as if to say ‘are you serious?’
“No, I’m not being serious. I work here...unfortunately...” I told him, “Now is there anything I can get you, or if you don’t mind get out of my way you’re creating a line.”
“Ok, just never took you as the working kind. Anyway, I’ll have 5 pieces of chicken, large chips, a potato and gravy and a coke...please” He said to me, still smiling at the fact that he now knew I worked here.
“Are you ordering for half of Sydney? I thought you’d never stop. Right will be $8.50.” Holding out my hand for the money, I had a fake smile on my face. He gave me the money, and I told him to step to the side. I turned to collect his order and as I did, a thought entered my mind. I turned subtly to see what he was doing, and his attention was to the poster on his right, I laughed a silent, evil laugh to myself and got the rest of his food. I placed it in a bag and turned to him,“Here is your food.”
“Thanks” He said excitedly, looking down at the bag as if he had never seen food before. He turned to leave when I said to him,
“I really hope you enjoy your food!” Giving him a sick, weird smile. He turned to look me fully in the face.
“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked, slightly nervous .
“Nothing...just that I dare you to eat it.” I told him shrugging my shoulders.
He left looking very nervous and slightly scared at what was in the bag. I smiled like an idiot after he left knowing that I had freaked him out, even though I didn’t do anything to his food. Oh, that was possibly the highlight of my night, nothing could top the look on his face. The rest of the night passed with no hiccups, and every so often I would start to laugh remembering his expression.
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5/2/18