Alora Jones; a shy, 20-year-old who has spent all of her life struggling with her weight. It doesn't help that the main cause of that is because of her parents. Growing up with constant negativity and hurtful words being thrown at her by the two tha...
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Alora
It's been an incredibly long and hectic day at the store. From the moment I walked in, I hadn't had a single moment to catch my breath. Harry mentioned that Fridays are usually much quieter, but it seems that we got a highly anticipated book in recently, and the line stretched all the way around the block when I arrived. We've only been open for a few hours, so the crowd is just starting to thin out. I'm hoping I'll get a chance to print out my book lists for my journal soon.
I'm currently waiting for Harry to give me my break, but with how busy things have been, I haven't had much chance to see him today. It's a bit disappointing because Harry has a way of making everything better, and I could really use some of that right now. On top of that, I'm still feeling the weight of the anxiety from the other day when my mom sent me a message. I decided to ignore her text and move on with my life. My mom has always been more of a bully than a supportive parent, and I've realized that all she really wants is attention. I'm done giving it to her and am focusing on myself instead.
I hear footsteps approaching from behind, and I instinctively glance up to see who's coming. To my relief, it's Harry. As soon as I spot him, my expression shifts involuntarily; my face, which had been a mask of exhaustion and stress, suddenly softens into a genuine smile. It's like my emotions are on autopilot, and despite how tired and frazzled I feel, the simple presence of Harry has a way of brightening my mood. The smile spreads across my face so naturally that it feels almost like a small, reassuring comfort in the midst of a chaotic day.
"Please, tell me I can go on my break," I implore Harry, my voice carrying a note of desperation. "I'm at the edge here—I feel like I'm going to lose my mind if I don't get a moment to myself soon." My words come out in a rush, revealing just how frazzled I am. I've been running on empty, and the weight of the day and the words of my mom have been steadily wearing me down. As I look into Harry's eyes, I hope he can see just how much I need this break, not just for a physical rest but also for a chance to regroup mentally.
"Well, I suppose I'm your magic genie today, here to grant your every wish," Harry says with a playful tone, leaning casually on the counter. His cheesy smirk stretches across his face, clearly enjoying the lighthearted banter. "If I remember correctly, you still have two more wishes left. So, is there anything else you'd like to ask for while I'm in my genie mode?" His eyes twinkle with mischief, and his exaggerated gesture of sweeping an imaginary cape only adds to the fun, making it clear he's trying to lighten the mood and give me a much-needed laugh amid the hectic day.
"Well," I begin, letting my voice trail off as I playfully consider his offer, "if you're really offering, I could actually use your help with something." I take a breath and continue, "I need to print something urgently, but I'm still struggling to get the hang of the printer at Bella and my flat." As I speak, I flash him my most earnest puppy dog eyes, even though I know I don't necessarily need to employ this tactic. I just want to add a touch of extra sweetness to my request, hoping that the combination of my genuine need and the affectionate gesture will make it even harder for him to say no.
