angel. h.s ✔️

eleven.

The ringing of the bell above the door to the café was the soundtrack to my concentration as I worked on the paper snowflakes. It was only eight forty but it was already a busy Tuesday morning and I felt a little bit guilty leaving Kate and Tessa to deal with the commuter rush whilst I worked on the Christmas decorations.

In my defence when I noticed that we had a few people lingering outside the door as I went to unlock it, I had told the two of them that I'd help but they'd both assured me they'd be fine.

But I was pretty sure that was because neither of them wanted to do the decorating.

And I definitely didn't mind being left to own devices, I had admittedly spent most of last night thinking about Harry, and I was almost feeling guilty again but whilst I was watching Netflix in my bed I remembered that Tommy had been gone for two, almost three days and I hadn't heard from him once.

Besides, I was allowed friends. 

But it wouldn't hurt if it was a friend Tommy didn't know about.

"Good morning Miss Christmas."

I looked up from my careful cutting at the sound of a voice I'd become semi familiar with and came face to face, or rather face to chest considering I was sitting, with the person I was just thinking about.

Harry, with a large smile on his face and the brown jacket I'd seen in his car covering his grey jumper and a green beanie on his head. My heart thumped at the sight and I smiled instantly.

"Miss Christmas?" I asked, as Harry continued standing but shrugged awkwardly considering he was holding two mugs.

"Can I join you?" He asked and I nodded immediately, his smile only seeming to grow as I moved some of the decorations away from his side of the table. "Yeah Miss Christmas, you're decorating aren't you? And you told me you loved Christmas."

I laughed as if his explanation made the name any less confusing, which it didn't, but I appreciated his attempt and the fact he actually remembered something I'd said which in all honestly, was the first time anyone ever had.

"Are you waiting for someone?" I asked, referring to the second mug he'd placed down.

"Wot?" Harry mumbled and I raised an eyebrow nervously.

"Oh! No, no, this is for you." Harry rubbed his jaw and I laughed lightly at him, although I could feel my face heat at his statement. "M'sorry, this is early for me and my brain doesn't work."

I laughed again and tried to ignore the way my stomach filled with a feeling I couldn't describe.

"They," Harry jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the counter and I followed the direction to understand his reference to Kate and Tessa, who both gave me thumbs up when I looked at them, "told me it was your favourite drink. Vanilla cappuccino."

"It is. Thank you." I spoke slowly as Harry pushed the mug towards me and I eagerly took a sip, it may or may not have been my third one this morning. "Did you pay for these?" I asked suddenly, Harry nodded.

"Obviously, I'm not a criminal." Harry retorted, snorting slightly and I raised my eyebrow.

"Depending on your definition of the law?" I used his words from last night against him.

"Okay," Harry pursed his lips, "I'm not a thief." He corrected himself and I rolled my lips together to stop from smiling. "Anyway why?" He asked and I shrugged.