After my encounter with Harry last week, things went back to normal. I lived my normal life, which consisted mostly of reading, eating and sleeping. Okay, I’d watch a movie every other night with my best friend Luke, but that was it.
Today was different though. Today I had to work.
I put the hideous apron on, took a deep breath and stepped out into the store.
“Hey Regan!” My co-worker Jamie said.
I smiled at her and went over to the popcorn machine.
I loved my work, but I wasn’t in the mood for work today. The only thing that had gotten me out of bed this morning was the fact that I needed the money.
I had moved to London three months ago with Luke and we needed every penny we could get to afford the rent of our apartment. Sure, our parents helped us out, but that didn’t really play along with the entire plan of being independent University students. So Luke helped out at a pub three nights a week, while I worked at a cinema on the weekends.
“Didn’t you get a tattoo?” Jamie asked, while she prepared a bag with popcorn.
“Yea, on Tuesday. I can show you later.” I forced a smile at her.
The nicest thing about this job were my co-workers, because they made it bearable. Still, I was in the grumpiest mood today. Well, I had been this entire week. I didn’t know if it was because of Harry and I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t, but he wouldn’t leave my mind.
When I told Luke about Harry, he said that I would be fine and that I would get over it soon enough, because the chances that I would ever see Harry again were very low. My Problem was, that I had a bad tendency to not let things go until I had an explanation on why a person behaved that way. So unless Harry gave me one about why he didn’t want me involved in his ‘business’ I wouldn’t be able to get over him. Stupid I know.
When most of the customers were in the theatres watching their movies, Jamie and I went to the back to take our break. Jamie was probably my favourite co-worker and we had gotten pretty close these past months, so it was no surprise to me when she asked me if everything was okay.
“Yea, I’m fine. It just hasn’t been my week.” I replied and pulled my hair into a ponytail.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She smiled at me assuringly but I shook her off.
“No, thank you. It’s not that big of a deal.”
She just nodded and we sat there in silence. I started to feel bad for dismissing her like that, but that was just how I was. I hated to talk about the things that bothered me. I tried to deal with them on my own and if that didn’t work, I would either call my sister or talk to Luke about it. Mostly Luke though, because he seemed to get me in a way, that no one else did. He was my best friend since forever and I had no idea what I would do if I wouldn’t have him in my life.
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When We Collide (Harry Styles)Fanfiction
The people you meet at a tattoo parlor always hold a story. This is Regan and Harry's. Regan thinks she has it all figured out. She just started University in her favourite city, moving there together with her best friend. But when she decides t...