3 Weeks Later
"Harry! HARRY! You have mail!" My mom shouted excitedly.
I jumped to my feet and raced down stairs. My mom and I had sent in my college applications a couple of weeks ago and I was hoping this was a response.
"It's from Cheshire." She smiled. My hands were trembling with anticipation as I reached for the light blue envelope. I tore open the top and took a deep breath.
"Mum, what if I didn't get in?" I asked.
"Oh Harry, I just know you did." She said grabbing my shaking hands. I slowly pulled out the letter and scanned the words quickly. I found it, right at the top a large "Congratulations!"
"MOM!" I shouted.
Tears came to her eyes as she threw her arms around me. "I'm so proud of you baby."
"Where is your father?" She asked
"What's going on?" My Dad shouted from the garage as appeared around the corner.
"Dad, I got into Cheshire!"
"That's my boy!" He smiled.
I couldn't believe it, not even two months ago I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. I was also wrapped up in Niall, not that I didn't still love him but now I was a different kind of love. The kind that was able to wait.
Niall! I had to tell Niall.
"I'll be back." I said. I threw the papers at my mum and ran out the door. I sprinted across my neighbors lawn and knocked on Niall's door roughly.
He pulled the door open and looked at me, confused.
"I got into Cheshire!" I shouted.
"Really? That's great!" He smiled.
I jumped up and engulfed him in a tight hug. "I'm so happy for you!" He said.
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"Harry, your father and I were talking, and we think that you need to get a job to help pay for college." My mom told me as we sat around the dinner table.
"Okay,"
"And since you're not going for footie, it'll be a good idea to see what a real jobs feels like."
I nodded. "I'll look around tomorrow."
"Actually, I've already found you one." My dad smiled.
"Okay, where at?"
"The sports store in town."
"FreeStyle Sports?" I asked.
He nodded.
"They said you can start tomorrow."
The next day at lunch I announced to the lads that I had got into Cheshire. They all congratulated me. Most all fo the them had already been accepted into their college of choice. Louis was going to the Art School for Drama, Liam was going to the States to study to be a lawyer, and Zayn was going to Mayview Uni.
The bell rang and we all headed off to our next classes. Before I could turn into my classroom Niall grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to his locker.
"What are you doing tonight?" He asked.
My heart skipped a beat. "Working."
"You have a job?"
"It's my first day," I told him.
"Oh, Well what time do you get off? Could you come over later?" He asked.
"7 tonight and sure." I smiled. "I'll be there."
"Cool." He smiled and then turned to head off to his next class. I felt strange, giddy almost. He had just asked me to his house. He made the first move, he made the first.... move.
"Earth to Harold!" Louis shouted as he waved his hands in front of my face.
"Niall just asked me to his house." I told him.
Louis smiled. "That's awesome! But we need to get to class."
I managed to make it through my last couple of classes with daydreams of what tonight might hold. As soon as school was out I ran to my locker to hopefully meet with Niall. But when I arrive and unlocked it I saw that Niall coat and bag were already gone. He was driving to school now, so I didn't have to, or get to take him to school anymore.
I grabbed my bag and headed out to the parking lot. The store was about 5 minutes from school. I pulled up to the back and climbed out. My stomach churned with nervousness. What if Mr. Connors didn't like me? I pulled down the sleeves of my jacket to cover the tattoos on my wrist. They were recent, as in I got them all when Niall was gone. I didn't regret them really. I actually didn't even know if Niall knew about them. We hadn't been in close contact for the past couple of weeks and I always wore sweaters around him so he wouldn't notice them. He might not react too well when I decide to tell him that they were all for him.
"Ahh, Mr. Styles." Mr. Connors smiled at me when I stepped inside.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. Connors." I nodded my head in his direction.
"How are you?" He asked as he reached out to shake my hand.
"Good, How about you?" I asked kindly.
"Just wonderful." He said. "Let's get you started shall we? Tom! Where is that blasted boy?" He shouted.
"Coming!" Tom, I assumed, shouted back. "What can I do for you Mr. Connors?" He said as he appeared from around the corner. My eyes fell upon the man and I felt my heart drop into my shoes. He was gorgeous. Like Zac Efron gorgeous. He had tanned skin, brown eyes, and light brown hair. I could tell that he was rather muscled beneath his tight navy blue polo.
"Tom? Are yous listening to me?" Mr. Connor asked.
"Uh- yeah." Tom said as he tore his eyes away from me. Was he staring at me? I felt my heart rate pick up.
"Harry, Tom will show you to the uniforms and he'll be showing you the ropes for the next couple of days." Mr. Connor's said. "I have a business meeting, don't call me if you need anything." He said, and with that he was gone.
"Tom." He said as he threw his hand out to shake mine.
"Harry," I said. I was incredibly flustered.
"Let's get you undressed yeah?" He laughed.
I chuckled. "Alright." I said. I followed him into the back room and watched as he went to the closet and pulled out a uniform that he thought might fit me.
"Here, this should be good." He said passing me the outfit. "And here's the manual." He said passing me a packet.
"I'll see you out there," He said pointing his thumb towards the store front.
"Okay."
Oh my god, he was so attractive.
Niall:
"Liam! What am I supposed to wear? Better yet what am I going to say?" I said into my phone.
He chuckled. "I dunno, something showy, Harry loves to see your skin."
"H-He does?" I blushed.
"He's told me tons of times."
"I dont' have anything showy! It's Winter."I told him.
"A v-neck should be good. OOO I got it, white v-neck, skinny khakis." He said.
I smiled. "I actually do have that! Liam, I am so nervous." I said.
"Don't be, you know Harry."
It had been a couple of weeks since I had told Harry that I didn't love him, which was a complete lie, a lie to myself and a lie to Harry. I just needed space, and he needed space from me. We had been becoming distant friends over the past couple of days and I couldn't stand losing him after everything we had been through.
"But what if he doesn't love me anymore?" I asked.
"Don't even go there." He moaned.
I sighed. "Oh, one more thing..." I said.
"Yes?"
"I uh..I redyed my hair."
"Back to blonde?" He asked excitedly.
"Yep,"
"Oh my god, Harry's going to love it."
"I really hope so." I muttered. "Well, I better start getting ready he should be here soon."
"Good Luck, and text me with results!" He said.
"Okay, Thanks Liam." I said.
"Sure thing."
The line went dead and I scrambled to get ready.
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