My heart was once again aching as I watched him with his girlfriend, happiness etched on their faces.
The pain that ignited was now spreading like a wildfire from my head to the very tips of my toes.
Jealousy mixed in with the pain as I watched them kiss and pull away looking at each other lovingly.
It was always like this; Me watching them knowing I would be hurt and waking up the next day, my eyes puffy and red.
I didn't know why I did it.
I knew it was wrong to watch him, but I couldn't stop.
If you saw one of your most favorite people coming into the diner - where you just so happened to work at - you would want to watch.
Maybe I never stopped because I was somehow hoping that one day, he would actually notice me.
- But I knew that Harry Styles would never notice me.
He could never notice the waitress that served him every time he came here.
He could never notice me, Calliope Meath because he was far within my reach.
He could never notice me because Harry Styles was untouchable from my unreachable distance.