How Did This Happen?

Just a Normal Day at the Coffee Shop

How did this happen to me?  Just a random girl fresh in NY College.  It didn't make any sense, this was supposed to happen in movies and TV shows, not in real life.  But here I am, on the floor of Mocha cafe, staring into the beautiful green eyes of One Direction's Harry Styles.  
    Let me start from the beginning.
                                                                            

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    My alarm clock went off and my hand immediatly hit the snooze.  Just five more minutes, then I'll take a shower.  But as I closed my eyes, a face flashed into my mind.  Jake. . .  What happened last night?  Then the memories hit me like a hundred pound weight.  I remember him coming over to my apartment, looking great as usual.  But I wasn't my normal cheery self.

   No, don't do this to yourself.  I pushed my thoughts away so I wouldn't cry, I hated crying.  I wouldn't think about it, I wouldn't be able to make it out of my apartment if I thought about it.
   
    It was nine in the morning, giving me an hour and a half till I had to make it to the subway.  

    With that, I took a shower, singing at the top of my lungs so I wouldn't have to think, and left for my Monday classes.

    It was a ten minute commute to my college by subway, and in those ten minutes I spent reading.  Yes, reading.  Because I'm just a nerd like that.  Well, that and the fact that there was a creepy old guy winking at me, and I didn't want to look at him.  My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out.  New Message from Mom:  How's school sweetie?

    Tears almost poured out of my eyes.  She forgave me me, thank God!  I texted her back:  okay, I really like my journalism professer, he's the best.

    Her text was almost immediate:  Good, so hows Jake?

   I set my phone on my lap...  Should I tell her about last night?  Should I wait and tell her over the phone or Skype?  Should I tell her at all?  

   Thankfully, the subway made the decision for me as it came to a screeching stop.  I put my phone back in my pocket and rushed out the door, thankful the ride was quick.  Campus was only a block away from the subway stop.  I tried to remember my exact schedule.  I had psychology first, creative writing, then I had a lunch break, then back to school for journalism.  I once again thanked the wonderful schedule fairies for letting me having only a couple classes on Monday.  

    Psychology did not go by fast.  Professer Walters, a middle aged fat lady, talked for what seemed like days, possibly a year.  I held down the urge to scream and throw my phone at her although I knew it would be darn funny.  Creative writing was anything but creative.  Professer Hillman spent the entire class yelling at Martin Pilter because he forgot to add a comma.  I'm pretty sure Hillman has some emotional problems, I heard he owns five cats, each named after his ex-girlfriends.

    I sighed in relief when he dismissed the class.  I needed caffiene, pronto.  I sent my friend Emily a text, asking if she wanted to meet me at Mocha- the cafe two blocks away.  My phone beeped, and I checked my texts.  She couldn't come... Dang.  It's embarrasing just to sit at a table...By yourself....Sipping coffee....Alone.  But I really needed the caffeine.

   So, I went.  I walked two blocks, in the wind, alone.  I checked the time on my phone, I still had an hour to get back.  I pulled the door open to Mocha and was instantly greeted with the amazing smell of coffee, cake and everything else wonderful.  It was so warm and cozy in here, with there plush black chairs, matching there brown walls.  The cafe had five small tables, each with two chairs, a lounge area with two medium sized couches facing each other and what I called the nook.  It was somewhat hidden in the corner but it was my favorite spot.  It had three bean bag chairs squeezed into the small space provided, so it was so comfortable.  My favorite part about it though, was that there were books and magazines strewn about the little area and on the book shelves.  Everything from Little Women to the Hunger Games were in the spot.  So after a long day at work or school, you could come and drink some hot cocoa and read a good book.  

    The line was miraculously short so I was able to order within minutes my French Vanilla Frappuccino.  I don't know why, but my brain recalled the memory of Jake bringing me here on the first day of college.  
     
    "They have the BEST coffee ever, I swear," he had said enthusiastically.

    "Are you sure?  Because I'm very picky," I batted my eyelashes jokingly.

    "Only the best for the most beautiful girl in the world," then he leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

    Tears threatened to come, but the worker handed me my drink.  I must have been in lala land because I wasn't even looking when I turned around and ran straight into somebody.  Unfortunately, the coffee spilling on my white blouse wasn't enough and I fell down on my butt, causing the notebook I had been holding to fall to, flying two feet away.  I still had my coffee in my hands as I sat on the hardwood floor, propped up on my elbows.  

   "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.  Here let me help you."

   I was stunned for a moment.  Was I hallucinating or did this guy have the sexiest voice in the whole world?  It was deep, somewhat gruff and... British.  British accents are my weakness.  

   I saw him reach down and grab my notebook, his back to me.  There was something familiar about him, I just couldn't place a finger on it.  Something about the way he moved and talked.  Or maybe it was the way his gray beanie sat on his curly, brown hair.  

   Then, he turned to face me.  
    
   My heart literally skipped a beat.  My palms were sweating.  My breathing was coming a little faster.  

   It was him...