"If I didn't hate you I'd tell you to stop being such a fucking tease."
"If I didn't hate you maybe I'd actually want to fuck you. Shut up, Harry."
"Why do you even work here? You're just some trust fund bitch who lives off daddy's money."
"Like you...
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Anna
It's a couple of days after Christmas and Mae and I are back to work. She's been nonstop bugging me about something she overheard Niall and Harry talking about on Christmas, I keep telling her I have no idea what she means. I'm wiping down the bar, getting ready for it to open and Mae comes up to me from over by the karaoke machine and rests her elbows on the bar, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"What do you want Mae," I roll my eyes as I turn away from her knowing exactly what she's about to bring up.
"I'm still waiting for you to tell me what went down at my parent's house."
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, nothing happened."
"And I don't know how many times I have to tell you, the conversation Niall and Harry were having tells a different story." She says
"Well I don't know what conversation you're talking about, so how am I supposed to tell you what happened based on a conversation I didn't hear?" I say, walking away and hoping she'll let it go.
"Annabelle Heyford, don't you walk away from me when I am talking to you!" She scolds me as she chases after me.
"You're not my mom, I don't have one. She's dead!" I say, trying to lighten the mood.
She stops dead in her tracks, her mouth basically on the floor. She looks at me, making sure I'm okay and that I meant to say that. I look back at her and burst into a fit of laughter that makes my stomach hurt and my eyes water. Mae is still looking at me in complete shock, which quickly turns into confusion.
"OH MY GOD! I wish you could see your face right now!" I say between my laughs. I'm surprised I'm not on the floor by now with how hard I'm laughing. I buckle over, holding my stomach because of how bad it hurts from laughing.
"That was so not funny." Mae finally speaks, crossing her arms.
I finally get ahold of myself before I stand back up. "Oh c'mon, it was a little funny," I reply, wiping the tears from my face.
Mae is still glaring at me, crossing her arms, a couple of moments pass before she breaks out into laughter as well. I am now bending over in a fit of laughter again. We didn't even notice Harry walk in until we hear someone clear their throat behind us.
"You two enjoying yourselves?" He snickers.
I feel the heat rush to my face at the sound of his voice. Silently cursing to myself, I'm praying Mae doesn't notice the sudden redness of my cheeks, maybe I can try and convince her it's just from the embarrassment of him catching us messing around.
"Yeah, we are asshat," Mae says with a snarky tone, "you're late anyway, so you don't really have room to talk, Harry." At that, he rolls his eyes and swiftly continues making his way to the back room to clock in, Mae and I both watching him as he leaves. As soon as he turns the corner, Mae is snapping her head back in my direction.
