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Chapter 2

Amid the crowded room, my eyes zoomed in on raised hand, slightly wavering. Pushing past the mob of people bustling about, I squeezed in between bodies while saying 'excuse me' all the way through before plopping down onto a sit. The red leather seat squealed from supporting my weight while I groaned in pleasure from being able to rest my legs for a while, I mustered up a simper at the girl before me.

"Hey,"

"Hey to you too, you look sexy," I scoffed at her teasing comment before trying to somewhat flatten my messy hair that gets messier every time I get stressed, it didn't work that well and I only got frustrated when one lock of hair kept bouncing back up. Glancing down, I tried to subtly smooth away the wrinkles on my uniform. Ignoring the chuckles coming from the redhead before me, I grabbed her cup of ice water and drank in heavy gulps. She doesn't mind being one of my closest friends.

She was my first friend when I came to America and throughout the years, we been together through the ups and down. Her name is Amelia and a struggling artist but she always had a beam on her face, which kind of reminded me of Luna, someone back in England. We settled in silence for a minute and I scoped the restaurant, bending my head this way and that to see through the heads of people to find my boss nowhere in sight.

"It's pretty busy today," She commented lightly.

"Yeah, it's always like this on weekends," I lifted my hand to smooth my fringe over my forehead, which was always being called too big "I probably have to get back to work soon, the greasy git would get furious," she laughed at my complaining and leaned forward with a raised eyebrow.

"You talk about your boss way too much, people are gonna think you actually like his smooth hair and elegantly crooked nose," I didn't know whether to be disgusted or amused at the fake dreamy quality of her voice. Though my scowl clearly expressed my horror.

"First of all, Snape's hair is not smooth; it's full of grease and oil. Second of all, gross! He's just an evil boss, I don't do anything bad! Considering the fact he's British too, you would think he would be act decent to me but no," I started to grouse while clutching the glass of water close to me. Relishing in the icy coldness that was spreading through my hands, I just gave up trying to explain Snape, he's just too complicated. Placing the glass on my cheek, I sighed in pleasure, feeling sated enough. Letting out a deep breath, I rested my elbows on the table and thumped my head down on my hands.

"You do take a lot of breaks…especially when I'm here,"

"Well, trust me, it's not 'cause I want to see your 'pretty' face," That earned me a little kick under the table.

"Of course not. After all, I'm not your type," With a playful grin growing on her face, it wasn't difficult to understand what she really meant.

"I told you to not bring that up," Feeling embarrassed, I wilted in my seat, wrinkling my waiter uniform again.

"Oh come on Harry," I didn't want to meet her knowing hazel eyes, at times like this, the canny resemblance she has with Hermione is terrifying, "it's perfectly normal for a growing…healthy…and young man to be experimenting," I didn't react whatsoever as she drew out her sentence and leaned forward until she was close enough to kiss. My eyes drifted over to her showing cleavage but all I was really paying attention to was a tiny dust bunny floating on her shirt. I blew it away and looked up to meet the pleased eyes of Amelia, "See?"

"What?" she rolled her eyes.

"If you didn't react from that performance, it's obvious you're on the other team,"

"Or I'm just not attracted to you," My shabby excuse was appallingly weak. She was a beauty, really she was. Guys fall flat on their face whenever she walks down the street with a sway in her hips like she was in a slow motion movie. Even the greasy bat's eyes would focus on her, but thinking of that just makes my complexion turn a moldy green. Maybe it's the fiery red hair, it's a lot like my mums but that thought just led to a picture of my Snape and my mum together and by then I almost did throw up on the table right there and them.

Amelia ignored my obvious revolting thoughts and continued,

"Or…" the lengthy pause caught my attention, "maybe he's special," the image of Tom and his eyes which was as bottomless as an abyss consumed my mind and I fidgeted from the reminder of that day. More specifically, the feel of his long thick— "Oh yeah," I snapped out of my thoughts and saw the woman giggling, "There's definitely something special about him," I frowned and turned my head away, "You should call him,"

Definitely not.

I did not want to admit I lost his phone number and that there's been an overwhelming gray storm cloud over my head ever since. It's been a couple of weeks since I saw Tom but it felt like years. At first I thought I'll call him early but then I changed my mind thinking it would seem too desperate (on the other hand, I am kind of desperate). Then as time went on, I didn't want to bother him because it's been so long, he might've forgotten about me. Slamming my head on the table, I mumbled something inaudible.

"What?'

"I lost it,"

"Lost what?"

"His fucking phone number," I murmured woefully but Amelia didn't seem surprised.

"Well, you should be glad I have it,"

"Wait—what?" She smiled proudly as she reached in her jeans pocket and whipped out a piece of paper. I immediately took it from her hand and read over the digits feeling precariously faint. I refrained myself from hopping up and down like a kangaroo but my smile was bright as the morning sun when I hugged her.

"I copied it for you because I knew you would lose it and because there's not so much love scandals to get giddy about," I hummed back in response, girls would be girls. I knew it was a good choice when I didn't go into full details when I told her about the day with Tom.

"Thanks," The warmth in the sentiment was a thousand unspoken words.

"Oh my god," I met her delighted eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"You really like him," She seemed astounded but thrilled at the same time.

Suddenly, I blushed which was an interesting combination with my endless grin.

"Maybe," I shrugged acting nonchalant but my foolish grin was obvious.

"He better be something," Her tone spoke hazardously of what would happen if he wasn't as special as I made him out to be.

"He is," The truth of that statement hit me like a ton of bricks and I had to breathe in and out to stop myself from squealing like a girl. It somewhat aggravated me how affected I was from him, but the cheerfulness in my heart didn't care if I was acting like a 12 year old girl having her first crush. I shut my eyes thinking of his gracefully molded chin and steady shoulder that I so carefully wrapped my hand around during the moment of pleasure.

He really is perfect. But I wouldn't actually say that out loud nor would I act like a love struck teenager in front of him, this I promise myself. His musky smell was so prominent in my imagination it was like he was right there next to me. Then I could distinctly feel his hands that clutched my thighs as tight as a rough rope that could constrain all my limbs, the—

"POTTER!"

"Shit!" I stumbled, knocking my chair over and my eyes snapped open at Snape who had the face of a snake ready to bite my head off. Quickly, I stuffed the piece of paper in my breast pocket and walked briskly over to him with a lowered head.

Trying to avoid the wrath of the bat, I went into the kitchen through the other door and grabbed a plate of fettuccini preparing myself for a couple more hours of walking and having a fake smile plastered on.

Exhaling from the thought of working late into the night, I vowed to find another job that didn't need for me to be on my feet at all the time. But the burning sensation of the memory of Tom lifted my spirits up exceptionally and I was even brave enough to give a twitch of the lips in apology at the looming figure of Snape while imagining Tom standing beside me.

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"Hey waiter! Water," I waited while holding the water pitcher, "Please," I smiled and filled up her glass. Then I sat down and drank some of the cooling liquid I just poured, feeling rather ironic. The icy feeling rushed through me gave my eyes a bright shine after a long day. Amelia who was across from me scoffed, "It hasn't been that busy today,"

"Still tired," I whined childishly while leaning back in my seat.

"Then why'd you get this job?" I wheezed and shrugged.

"I just wanted to try something new," the feeble excuse cost me a motherly glare from the redhead. It made her look like a combination of Ron and Hermione…so weird.

"You try something new practically every month," She deadpanned but I shrugged it off and tried to change the subject.

"So you want to like actually order some food?" she shook her head and took a sip from the glass. Catching one of the ice cubes in her mouth, she chewed it loudly, the sound sending me shivers. My teeth always hurt whenever I try that.

Meanwhile, I was keeping track of the incoming customers, this was a pretty high class restaurant and there were plenty of waitresses and waiters to cover a Monday. Hardly anyone comes particularly when it's already 2 and most have finished lunch. The best part is Snape doesn't come in on Mondays so I can relax.

"You know I don't come here for the food," I nodded sensibly; it was true that she would actually go to McDonalds then eat here. Plus, the price for one salad can give you a heart attack. There was silence for a moment.

"Then why do you come here?" I asked already dreading the answer. She looked straight into my eyes and a wicked grin spread over her face.

"To come see you silly!" I raised an eyebrow unconvinced.

"Really," I drawled. Suddenly, I had chills. Maybe this job isn't the best for me, I never 'drawl'. Especially not a drawl that sounded way too much like you-know-who.

"And...to talk," By now I was fully leaning in curiosity, "about your man" she whispered quietly like a giggly girly girl telling a friend a secret and then pinky promising to not say anything. My back hit the back of my chair heavily as I threw my head back in a quiet groan.

"Just let it go," I droned peevishly.

"Nope,"

"He's not even my man," I said with emphasize while looking pleadingly into her hazel eyes.

"And that's because you didn't even bloody call him!" I couldn't help but snort slightly.

"Bloody?" she rolled her eyes.

"Was that the only part you heard?" Amelia asked incredulously.

"I don't even say bloody," I said but my mind was in a whole other place. My lips already started to tingle from, just thinking about the man, what the hell would happen if I actually saw him again? Maybe I would see him at the airport again, but what are the chances of that? He could be wearing his uniform that made him sexy as hell, and an annoying smirk that spoke volumes of his arrogance. Yet, his eyes would be blistering hot as a fire as he would stare at me whil—

"Harry. Harry," I snapped out of my stupor at my name and saw Amelia's face very close to mine, almost uncomfortably so. What the fuck?

Please tell me this isn't another 'experiment'.

And I really need some guy friends.

Her breath ghosted over my prickling lips but it felt rather…strange. Looking over her shoulder, I took brief notice of her emerald green blouse and emerald earrings that matched with it. Panicking at her close proximity, I fidgeted even more seeing a woman with a scowl as nasty as a week old casserole somewhere in the background.

Bracing for something to happen hopefully not a kiss but who knows with this odd artist I call a friend.

Shutting my eyes for impact, I was surprised to find myself holding my breath for 30 seconds without anything happening. The silence was like a barren field of desolation and I had to open my eyes at how empty the restaurant felt. First, I realized that most waiters or waitresses were taking a break to grab lunch and the couple of other customers already left and it just left me and my strange friend who I swear just tried to attack me a minute ago.

But she was just sitting back in her seat casually; the water in the cup was swaying back and forth, the only evidence of something leaning against the wobbly table. Taking a deep breath, I started to speak but I stopped when I saw her looking at her phone like she was about to call someone.

I settled back comfortably into my seat and just stared blankly into space, my eyes focused on her red painted fingernails that contrasted quite well with her black phone—

Wait…I'm pretty sure her phone has a white cover…

Mind swirling in befuddlement, I patted my pants pocket to find…nothing there.

"Amelia! What—"I shut up when she glowered at me. Placing a finger on her lips, my eyes widened as she brought the phone to her ear. My chair screeched like a banshee as I stood up like lightning, "NO! Don't—"

"Hello?" My heart stopped. Fire was traveling through my veins and I knew my face was the color of a fresh picked rosy red tomato. My emerald eyes were round as saucers and my knees felt weak as spaghetti.

Falling back onto my seat, I covered my mouth with my hand; I think I was trying to prevent it from gaping like a fish. There could be flies here and Tom probably didn't want to kiss a mouth with fly residue in it.

Shit, Tom, "Hello?" Dang, his voice…I missed it so much. I was a block of boulder as Amelia moved the phone closer to me albeit it was on speakerphone, "Hello? I'm about to hang up,"

"Wait!" I bit the palm of my hand in punishment for letting something slip out.

"Who is this?" My heart screamed at me to say something but my mouth wouldn't cooperate. Jolting from a kick under the table, I glared at the nuisance who was the cause of this all of this. No amount of words can describe the animosity I had at that moment for her amused smirk.

"H-hi…"I winced at my stutter. There was some rustling on the other end before Tom spoke.

"Harry?" I nodded before realizing he couldn't see me.

"Yeah, it's me," the awkward silence was like wearing a collar on my neck that restricted my breathing. I really didn't know what to say.

"So…how are you?" I gulped from his deep voice.

"Fine," I whispered so silently I thought he couldn't hear me but he hummed in response.

"Oh my god…" I looked up at Amelia whose hands covered her face, she made to reach out for the phone and I probably should have stopped her. But with so much that's happened my reflexes were a bit slow. By the time my hand struck out, she already stood up with my phone, "Hey…mystery man…or…whatever your name is,"

"Yes? And who are you?" his voice was hesitant but I did a slight skip out of my seat when I detected a pinch of jealousy in the question.

"I'm Harry's friend, he really wants to meet you so are you in America right now?"

"Well, yes I am but—"

"Great!" It was obvious she didn't care about my violently shaking head or my waving hands that clearly said no, "how does next Friday at six sound? I'll tell you where to meet before Friday,"

"We?" I mouthed the question simultaneously with Tom.

"Well yeah, after all I need to see Harry's man," clearly, my glaring wasn't working of she still has so much nerve, if only I could glare like the greasy bat. There a laugh on the other end and I couldn't contain a grin from hearing the rich warm laugh that made me content like a cup of steaming coffee in the morning.

"I'm not sure if I'm his man yet," Tom said, voice of regret. I almost sniggered. He is not a good actor.

"Oh don't worry, he wants you…badly,"

"Hey!" It was the first word I said for a while and I cringed at my indigent tone that sounded like a immature kid arguing with his parents.

"What? It's true isn't yet?" Amelia harmlessly asked while grinning.

"He's blushing right?"

"Yep," My face felt warm like the fucking Sahara desert but it's nothing compared to my heart which was a volcano ready to explode, whether in anger or something else I'm not quite sure.

"Harry," His husky voice sent chills from my head to my toes and I could already imagine his gratified but conceited smile he has on his face, "See you soon,"

"Yeah, see you," I griped trying to sound vexed but only succeeded in sounding excited. There was a click as the redhead ended the call and then slid the phone back to me on the table. I didn't grab it immediately but just stared at the woman, clearly saying she is in massive trouble.

"Come on, Harry. It wasn't that bad," I didn't say anything, "If I didn't do that, you would have never done it on your own," I kept glaring daggers at her. Yet, she glared right back.

Giving up, I sighed and slowly sat down in my chair very petulant, "Hey Snape's watching you," As quick as a cheetah, I stood up and grabbed the water pitcher and started to pour some more water into her glass. I was pouring for a few seconds before my brain decided to work again. Slamming the pitcher back on the table, I growled.

"He's not here, is he," the infuriating redhead didn't look at me but just sat back down and unhurriedly drank some of the water.

"Thanks for the water," she said cheekily with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face that elicited my stomach to churn. Sighing from the overwhelming day and the nuisance before me, I bit my tongue to stop any impending swear words.

Grabbing the glass of water and the pitcher, I ignored her protests and walked away, all the while mumbling lowly to myself.

I need some new friends.

I stopped halfway to the kitchen before remembering I never got my phone back. Without any commotion, my feet quickly turned back with poise but my heart was already racing. I briskly strolled to the meddling redhead while praying to god that she wasn't calling him again.

She wasn't calling him. Nope, not at all.

She was just texting him. It took about a million angels to stop form pouring the water over her head.

Luckily, apparently there weren't a million angels that day so it was with great satisfaction that I dumped the whole pitcher of arctic coldness over her head, soaking her whole outfit. It was even better when she started shrieking as the ice cubes slowly slid down her shirt.

Friends…what would you do without them?