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Chapter 2 ~ Hannah

I know he’s looking at me and I don’t like it, his stare is too intense and it makes me nervous. Normal people don’t look at others like that, like they could see their very souls. That’s weird and I’m sure if Savannah were here, she would agree and make a video about it for her channel.

My friend is a youtuber and she’s become very popular lately, for which I’m tremendously happy. She’s bloody talented and hilarious. She has asked me to be in some of her videos, mostly singing, but I’m usually behind the scenes, helping her with the technical stuff. We’re both in uni; I’m studying music whereas she studies drama.

Since my mum’s death, she’s been by my side all the time, cheering me up when everything seemed like the end of the world, when I didn’t want to leave my bed and just wanted to stay in my room with the curtains down and crying myself to sleep. Savannah and my dad are all that I have now, them and my dreams. I got the scholarship as I promised my mum and I’m completely focused on what I want for my future. All parties are over and I only hang out with Savannah. Sometimes I help my dad in the garage, like today when Sheila told me about the client who needed someone to pick him up.

And that client is Harry. The same Harry that is friends with Ed Sheeran, A.K.A my favourite artist ever, and the most talented man on Earth. Yes, I’m completely in love with his talent and I kind of freaked out a bit internally when I realised I was talking with a friend of his minutes ago. Of course, I didn’t let this boy, Harry, see it.

Maybe he expected me to freak out or something. I know he’s famous, but I’m not a fan of his so for me he is just another client. If he were Ed, the story would have been completely different. However, I don’t like him much, his stare is disturbing me and I want him away from me, but he has followed me to his car. I honestly don’t think he really knows what’s inside, but he wants to look manlier, as many men do when they see I know more about cars than them. Not my fault that my dad owns an auto repair shop and has taught me everything.

“So… you work here huh?” He inquires just to make conversation; I know that. His voice is soothing and deep, it’s kind of pleasant to listen to him talking.

“Not really, I just help my dad,” I explain not even looking at him, just focusing on what I have to do.

“Uh, so what do you do? I mean, do you go to school?” He asks and I want to tell him to just let me work. My personal life doesn’t concern him, but I can’t be rude to a client. So I swallow my words and keep concentrated on what I’m doing, refilling the tank of the radiator with coolant. How could he have forgotten to check that before going out? It’s something so simple yet important. And he’s being neglectful with a Range Rover. That must be a crime in some country, I know it.

“No. Actually, I’m un uni,” is my response and again, I don’t even bother meeting his gaze. I know he’s staring at me, I swear I can feel his eyes boring into my very soul. I really don’t like that. I feel somehow exposed.

“Oh really? I knew you couldn’t be much older than me,” he muses and for a second I’m tempted to look at him with an offended expression. It would be great to make fun of him from what I could interpret from that sentence, but I’d rather keep my eyes on my work. I have to cheek that nothing was ruined due to the overheating.

“Yeah,” is all that I say and I smile to myself because I can feel his frustration.

It’s not that I really enjoy ignoring him, well, maybe a bit, but it’s the fact that I don’t quite like him. He makes me uncomfortable and I honestly just don’t care about him. Harry is just a name for a client, nothing else in my life. After this, he will disappear and the only thing I’ll remember about him is that he’s one of Ed’s friend, so when I see him again with my perfect Ginger Jesus, I’ll be able to say ‘Hey, I met that bloke once’.

Apparently, he can’t think of anything else to say because we remain in silence and I can finally finish what I have to do. Everything is fine, thank goodness, it could have been so much worse. “Everything is okay; your car is ready to leave. Just go with Sheila to see the final details,” I tell him professionally closing the bonnet.

“And what do I have to do so this won’t happen again?” He asks me and I swear I want to roll my eyes. I’m pretty sure I told him already what his mistake was.

“Just make sure the level of coolant is always okay. It’s not hard, it’s like checking the oil level, you know? If it’s too low, refill it and that’s it. The idea is that you never run out of it. Got it?” I explain to him and I try not to sound annoyed because he doesn’t seem aware of it.

He smiles and he’s not ashamed, I can see the difference, which makes me think that maybe he knows all this and he’s messing with me.

“You already know this, don’t you?” I say with my hands on my hips. This is not amusing.

He chuckles shamelessly. Oh my God! He knows and he was just messing with me! I can’t help myself from showing how shocked and offended by his attitude I am.

“I just wanted to see your reaction. You looked like you only wanted to get rid of me, so I thought of pushing you to your limit a bit,” he explains and I feel this urge to punch him.

“That’s not nice,” I say through clenched teeth, squeezing my fists.

But then I realise something that calms me down immediately. Since my mum died I’ve been in this numb state, as if nothing can really touch me. All my emotions are contained and nothing feels the same. I am indifferent towards everything and the only ones who can get a reaction from me are Savannah and Dad. But this boy, this annoying boy, has got to my nerves pretty easily with something that normally shouldn’t even affect me.

“Well, as you know everything already, try not to make such a silly mistake again and take care of your car,” I state in a flat tone again, my eyes cold, and I know he notices it because his cocky smile fades away as I try to pass next to him.

“Hey, wait. Don’t be mad, I was just joking,” he says grabbing my wrist but I shove it off before I can even properly feel it. I don’t like him already; I don’t want him to touch me again. “C’mon, smile. You look so pretty when you do,” he says and I step back farther away from him.

Why is he saying such a thing about me? I don’t like it. I don’t need that.

“I have more work to do. Please, talk to Sheila and you can take your car and leave,” I reply ignoring his comment about me looking pretty when smiling. I remain the professional relationship and try to walk away.

“Hey, Hannah!” He calls out to me a few seconds later and I’m about to ignore him and keep walking, but I’m sure Sheila is looking –or anyone else– and if I’m rude to him, that person will tell Dad and I’ll be in trouble.

I swing around to look at him and wait for whatever he has to say. Again, there’s a cocky smile on his lips.

“You know we’re gonna see each other again, right?” Says Harry finally, and I arch my right eyebrow.

“Is that a threat?” I retort folding my arms over my chest.

“No, it’s a feeling I have.”

I can’t help it this time; I roll my eyes as I turn around and resume walking. He’s crazy if he thinks we’re going to see each other again. Even if he pops up in the garage again for a real reason and I’m around, I will just avoid him. Easy. Our paths won’t meet again, that’s for sure.

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Savannah hands me my mug with hot tea and I breathe in the sweet scent of black tea. After a long day, there’s nothing better than a good cup of tea. After work, I told Dad that I was going to Savannah’s place to help her plan her new video. She posts a new video every Friday and it’s currently Tuesday.

“I was thinking that I should do something related with the lady I saw yesterday on my way to uni,” Savannah tells me and I nod.

She met an old lady who decided her underwear was bothering her, so she just took it off right there in the middle of the street. Savannah almost died laughing when she told me the story and I’m sure if she makes that video, she’ll re-enact it. I just hope she doesn’t make me play the old lady.

“Do you have something interesting? I’m not sure about this. I think I’ll laugh all the time and the video will suck,” she trails off and I shrug.

“Not much. Today I met a celebrity,” I say offhandedly but that catches her attention and she sits straight up immediately.

“Who?”

“Um– Harry something. He’s friends with Ed and he’s in this very popular boy band which, apparently, I can’t remember the name of,” is my answer and she furrows her eyebrows thinking of whom I’m talking about.

“You mean One Direction? Uh… Harry Styles, I think. One with curly hair, right?” I nod and she smiles. “For me he has always been Ed’s friend. He was in the Olympic closing ceremony, too. Remember? Well, the band he’s in,” Savannah clarifies. “Anyways, how’s he? Maybe I can gossip about him in my video.”

“Annoying as fuck,” I say remembering the last thing he told me. “Very confident and way too flirty. I don’t like him,” I continue as I take another sip of my tea.

“I see he made a big impression, didn’t he?” Savannah ventures giggling and I just shrug. “Well, clearly this week’s video won’t be about him. Why couldn’t you meet him when he was with Ed?”

“He would have ruined the moment,” I reply immediately and the two of us start laughing at him.

The good news, I’m never going to see him again.