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Why did he have to be so attractive? Why couldn’t’ve he been ugly? So ugly that I would be puking at the sight of him? I thought as I stood behind the counter at the ice cream shop I worked at staring at the one and only, Harry Styles, captain of the football team. He was sitting with his friends and stunning girlfriend, Ashley Timmons.
“Lou, Lou? Louis!” Eleanor, my best friend and co worker, yelled.
“Hmm?” I hummed snapping into reality.
“You need to take this to the table over there.” she giggles and pointed to Harry’s table and showed me a cup of tea.
My eyes widened, “Why can’t y-you do it?” I asked nervously.
“Because I have to do the dishes.” she smirked.
I put my hands on both her shoulders and pulled her a little closer, “El, if you loved me, you wouldn’t make me do this.” I said shaking her a little.
Eleanor knew I was gay and she found out the hard way. We dated until she wanted to go a little further and that was when I decided that vaginas were raised from the fiery pits of hell and that I should never look at them. Ever. But El was accepting and understanding and found herself a smoking hot boyfriend. So she’s only making me do this to make me talk to the charming chap.
“Well than I guess I don’t love you.” She smiled devilishly and gave me the tea.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the table with the hot beverage clanking against the saucer it sat on due to my shaking.
“H-Here’s your tea.” I said then sat the drink on the table, Ashley eyeing me carefully.
“Thanks man,” he said with an award winning smile, “and your tip.” He said handing me £10.
“Thank you.” I said with a brief smile.
Ashley sat on the outside of the booth and gave me death glares, if looks could kill I’d be dead in an instant right now. So being the basic bitch she is she trips me and my glasses fall off my face and onto the ground with the rest of my body.
“Oops, maybe you should watch where you’re going next faggot.” she giggled with the rest of the table. Except Harry didn’t find it funny, he rolled his eyes and gave me an I’m sorry look.
I stood up, picked up my glasses and walked to the kitchen to see that El had been watching the whole time.
“I’m so sorry Lou! I didn’t know that would happen, honestly!” she yelled and threw herself on me.
“It’s okay El.” I muttered, hugging her back.
“No, it’s not okay! I MADE you go out there to talk to Harry and that tramp Ashley had to ruin everything!” she yelled.
“Shh! El they’re going to hear you.” I laughed.
“I don’t care! Let them hear me!” she smiled.
“So, how was it talking to skinny jeans?” she smirked.
I blushed and pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, “Shut up.” I muttered.
“Who even comes to an ice cream shop to order tea anyways?” she laughed.
“Harold Edward Styles does and if it’s so weird then why is it on the menu in the first place?” I smirked triumphantly.
“Touché.”
I looked over to Harry’s table again and watched as he threw his head back laughing with the rest of the table. My stomach was filled with butterflies.
Oh the things you do to me Harold, the things.
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