Looking After the Harrison Boys {Old version!}

LATHB : Chapter Ten

Previously on Looking After the Harrison Boys…

I looked back and saw the person still standing there with a box in their hands and a raised eyebrow. I turned away again, rubbed my eyes vigorously, and then looked back again; hoping that this time the person would flutter away and the real person will come into vision.

But to my disappointment, the person was still there and was now giving me a look – a look that I knew very well, a look that meant as if I was crazy or something.

And for the very first time, this look that this person was giving me may be true.

Maybe I was going crazy...

After all.

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“Are you just going to stand there or move?”

I blinked and held my breath for some strange reason. What is going on with me? “I—I—I stand–I—I—move.” It took me about a blink of a second to realize what I just said and another blink of a second to realize who I said that too. Could I’ve been any more stupid, or what? Apparently you can, my mind pitched in.  

“I stand I move?”

I shook my head lightly. “I – I me – mean,” I snapped my mouth shut to stop the stuttering of words and decided to take a deep but quick breath in before I started again. “I mean, I’ll move.” I said, sounding a lot more composed and well, me.

I took a step back, now allowing space for him to move through and stood quietly next to a rack while staring down at the ground.  

What was seriously going on with me back there?  

Footsteps came walking passed me and I continued standing there, now not looking at the ground but at him, his back to be exact, thinking. 

What on Earth is he doing here?

“I work here.”

How on Earth did he answer that without me even asking the question yet?

“You’re literally speaking the words out.”

No I’m not.

“Yes you are.”

No I’m not.

“Do you even hear yourself?”

….

Oh golly fudgesticks. Not again.

I lightly tapped (more like hit) myself on the forehead and mutely mouthed out a cursed word.

Okay, I can officially say, that today is definitely turning out to be one of my worst days yet.   

“So, you’re looking for George, yeah?”

I nodded and replied, “Yeah, I am looking for him.”

“Well,” he took the things out of the box and placed them on the counter. “he’s not here.”

Yeah, I can see that Sherlock. “Umm, do you know when he’ll be back? Because I’m sorter in a hurry,”

I wasn’t –in fact—in a hurry at all; it was just an excuse for me to leave the store as soon as possible. Not because I was feeling extremely tired, which I was very much, but it was because he was here and the memory that lingered in my mind about what happened earlier between us.