"Hidden In Words" (Chapter 1.)
I do not know any of these band One Direction personally. This story is made up and is purely for entertainment purposes and also is for all the Larry Stylinson fans out there. Thank you for your understanding.
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It was a normal Friday, and I was exhausted and I just wanted to go home. Work had been buzzing all day long. People running in and out of the little coffee shop in which I worked. Men and women in suits on there way to work in the morning and college students who sat here all day working on school projects and hanging out in between classes plus just the general public who walked in and ordered than walked out just as quickly. But we were even busier today because it was a gloomy, rainy day plus fall was setting in and it was starting to get cold. Business was booming something my boss loved but me and my other co-workers hated, sure we got paid a few extra bucks here and there but what can I say were a bunch of college students. Work wasn’t our favorite thing in the world.
The sky started to grow dark and the coffee shop slowly emptied so, I started clearing tables and wiping them down hoping to get out of here as fast as possible. Cindy, a short blonde girl I worked with, started clearing the counter as I was cleaning booths that lined the windows out. I hardly even noticed when she tried to get my attention. She dropped a cup into the sink causing me to jump and knock a set of fake flowers that lay in a plastic vase from the table and on to the red bench of the booth.
“Louis!” she said her voice reaching a pitch that hurt my ears I turned to look at her and she shook her head giggling a bit, probably because she enjoyed startling me. “Louis,” she repeated much more calm this time. It was now that I realized that she had a jacket on and that the counter was completely cleaned off. “I’m done for the night,” she stated. “I’m heading out finish up the booths than lock up okay?” I nodded and she took a pair of keys from her pocket and dropped them onto the counter with a loud clatter than she turned on her heels and walked out, the bell on the door ringing as she went.
I went straight back to cleaning tables. Placing the vase I had knocked over back into to place and continuing one. I cleaned about 9 tables until I came to the very last one, the table that sat in the far back corner. I wasn’t sure if I really need to clean it, I mean barely anyone sat there anyways. It seemed so far away from everyone and it was always quiet quite. Two maybe three people sat here everyday but, I decided that an extra cleaning never hurt anyone and I got right to wiping it down.
As I cleaned table number 10 I looked up and out the window catching sight of a couple who was running across the street, hand in hand, in the rain covering there heads with news papers trying to kept themselves dry from the rain that hadn’t let up all day long. I chuckle a bit as the young man ran up behind his girl and wrapped his arms around her waist spinning her around she giggled and he smiled. I smiled and shook my head the boy couldn’t have been older than me and the girl looked around our age as well. Her hair was brown and quite curly and came down to her shoulders and she was on the shorter side but was wearing heels that gave her a bit more height. She smiled at the bloke who was only a few inches taller than her. He had a light brown messy hair that was a bit lighter than the jacket he was wear that he was now shrugging of to place over the girl’s shoulders. Two more figures came into view, two more blokes to be in fact, one who was quite blonde and who hair was tossed in every direction and another who had deep brown curls that were sticking to his forehead from the rain, again all looking about the same again as me, maybe a bit younger, I smiled.
The blonde one was poking at the curly hair one that seemed to be day dreaming or completely zoned out, only snapping back to reality because of the blonde boys persistence as they waked getting soaked as they did so. The pushed each around a bit than the first bloke and his girl called to them and they both ran to catch up. They walked until they disappeared around the corner.
I watched them go than the only thing pulling me back to reality was the fact that the end of my rag hit the vase that was placed on the table sending onto the booth just like when I had knocked over the first vase. I laughed, I’m such and idiot I thought and I crawled onto the booth to retrieve the vase. I picked up the plastic and shoved the fake flowers, which had fallen out, back into it. Than out of the corner of my eye I saw something.
Against the red of the cloth that covers the booth it looked unnatural, I reached for the rectangular object that was shoved between the booth seat and the wall and pulled it out. It was a leather bound book. The leather was worn like it had been beat up and dragged to all ends of the earth. I turned it over in my hands on the cover there was worn out golden lettering that was placed around randomly it looked rubbed off or maybe just worn away. I slide out of the booth and stood on my feet and examined the book. We had something that was similar on the shelf that lined the wall by the coffee counter. If someone needed something to do or read they’d just walk over and check the self.
So I did exactly that, I walked over to the shelf and looked at all the books. The shelf consisted of a large selection from poetry to old literature to modern literature to notes people just put up here. I looked at the book on the shelf than I looked at the spin of the book in my hand but, it was blank. I stared at it in confusion. This was weird there wasn’t a titles or an author, so what was this thing.
I looked around the room as if when I opened this book someone was going to pop out and scream ‘You’ve just been Punked!’ or something. I slowly opened the cover an to the very first page where these simple words were printed. “Property of: Harry Edward Styles” I was confused. Who was Harry? It was defiantly not an author I heard of but this couldn’t be a book. This had to be something else but, what? I flipped to the next page and began to read…
So, this is what it’s like to have a journal…
I can’t believe this, my mum of all people thinks I need to put my feelings somewhere and she thinks this is the way to do it. I’ve tried this so many times, having a journal I mean, it’s stupid and pointless I mean who else is gonna read it but me, myself and I, I mean come on my this must be like a cruel joke or something but, whatever because, right now you are watching me write this mum with the biggest smile plastered on your face. Are you Happy? It’s not like I’m going to every write in here again. I mean, I’m sixteen and sixteen year olds don’t keep journals…
I stood there looking at what I had just read. It was dated two years ago. So why was it here in the coffee shop today? I flipped though about 4 pages when the dates suddenly jumped to about 6 months ago. Why did the dates jump so fast? My confusion level rose and so did my curiosity.
I look around the coffee shop one last time. The tables were cleaned and I could leave for the night. I looked at the book and started to place it on the shelf. I was just going to leave it there and let this Harry kid pick it up but, what if he didn’t? I bit my lip and took the book back into my arms walking over to the coat rack and grabbing my massager bag and my coat. I slide the thick leather book inside grab the keys off the counter and walking out the door letting the little bell on the top ring. I locked up the door and started walking toward my apartment, the weight of the book weighing my back down a bit more than usual. I had some reading to do but, you know what they say curiosity killed the cat.
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So this is the end of chapter one. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. I wrote this atthree A.M.because I wrote half of it and than it got deleted and I had to start over so my apologies. I hope you liked it and feed back is wonderful.
