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Gᴡᴇɴ Eᴠᴀɴs

I'm bored.

It's 4 p.m. and I've just finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and cried over Fred Weasley's death for over 4 times. It's times like these I wish I had the confidence to attend high school parties and do vodka shots or some shit.

I took out my sketchbook and pencil. The only thing I can do right now is draw. Well, I can go out and socialise but I'll pass. Extroverts scare me.

What should I draw, what should I draw...

"Mom! What should I draw?!" I shouted so she could hear me downstairs.

"What?!"

"WHAT SHOULD I DRAW?!"

"GET DOWN HERE AND SAY IT!"

I huffed before making my way downstairs. I saw her sitting on the dining table. "Yes, sweetheart, what were you saying?"

"What should I draw?" I asked her. She looked at me with a mixed expression of disappointment and sympathy.

"Gwen, I think you should go out—"

"—and meet new people. I know." I cut her off. "I'll go out after you tell me what I should draw."

"I'm serious, babe. Gloria would've wanted you to—"

"Mom, please, don't bring her into this."

She sighed before finally nodding, "Okay, I think you should close your eyes and draw the first thing that comes to your mind."

Not a bad idea.

"Go on, close your eyes." Mom insisted.

I nodded, obeying her. I shut my eyes, searching for the first thing that comes to my mind.

"Do you ever smile?"

"None of your business."

"Well, Wendy, it is my business now."

Green eyes. Brown hair. Natural smile.

I opened my eyes.

Asher.

"What did you see?" My mum muses.

"Just some annoying new guy from my history class." I answered, truthfully.

"A guy, huh?" I turn my head to see her smiling knowingly.

"It's nothing like that, mom." I rolled my eyes, standing back to go to my room.

"Show me how he looks when you finish drawing him!" She called out from the dining table, laughing.

I locked my room from inside once I got there so no one could disturb me. I sat down on my bed with my sketchbook and pencil in my hand.

I can't believe I just saw that annoying guy when I closed my eyes. Now, the question is, will I draw him? I stared at my sketchbook, then straight at my wall covered by One Direction posters in thought.

No no no— What am I thinking? I'm not gonna draw him.

Fuck it.

I opened my sketchbook and started drawing that annoying cheerful guy, Asher. It's not a big deal. I draw random people all the time. He's just one of those random people.

•°•°•°•°•

One and a half hour later, my drawing was complete.

I drew every feature on his face I could remember from today. His perfect-shaped eyes, his a-bit round but also pointed nose, the freckles on his nose and upper cheeks, his same-sized upper and lower lip, unlike mine. I also added shading to his hair so they look soft.

I admired my creation before I heard a knock on my door. "Gwen, you in there?" Mom queried from the other side of the door.

"Yes, mom?" I said, jumping up and hiding my sketchbook in my drawer because if mom saw the sketch of Asher, I will never hear the end of it.

I unlocked the door and saw my mom standing there in a suit. "Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, I need you to go to a bakery and get me some pie." She said in one breath.

"Okay? So you randomly want to eat pie while looking all professional?" I asked, confused by the whole situation here.

"Of course not. I just got a phone from my boss and he's coming home to taste some of my handmade food so he could choose who to pick for that restaurant offer I told you about, and I have to win this or else that stupid Nick will get the offer. Now, I will be busy making everything for dinner but I don't have time to bake a pie for dessert and I promised him I would make him my special pie." she explained.

That still doesn't explain why she's all dressed up if her boss is coming for dinner at night but whatever. That's my mom for you. No one knows what goes on in her mind.

My mom is a chef, by the way. She works in a high class restaurant, and is about to get a promotion to a higher class restaurant just an hour away from our house. She's always ranting about her co-worker Nick, who is also her competition. She always complain about him so much that it makes me want to ship them. I've met Nick a few times myself, he's a nice guy.

"Sure, I'll go get you some pie. You just calm down, you will get the offer." I assured her.

She handed me the money and I started walking down the street to the bakery. It was a 20 minute walk, so I plugged in my earphones.

I hummed along to the tune as I finally reached the destination. I pulled the door to the entrance but it didn't open. I looked down to see something written on the glass door.

Push.

That's embarrassing.

I pushed open the door and entered. I looked around for someone taking orders but I saw no one. I slightly peaked over the counter to see someone crouched down on the floor. They must be picking something up from the ground.

"Hey." I said catching their attention as they jumped at the sound of my voice and hit their head brutally under the table. Fuck.

"Ow—" he writhes in pain. He finally stood up straight so I could see his face. I widened my eyes once my brown eyes met with his green ones.

Asher.

Of course it's him.

"Hey, Wendy!" He exclaimed, smiling brightly, showing his sparkling white teeth. I just looked at him.

"Still haven't figured out how to smile?" He chuckled.

"Why do you care?" I gritted in annoyance at his question.

"Yeah, well, that is kind of my problem. I care too much."

"And I don't care at all so just call Mr. Dean and let me give my order." I referred to the kind, old man who works here.

"What's the need for Mr. Dean? I work here, you can give me the order." He says.

"You work here?" I asked him.

He scoffed before putting on a fake English accent. "Of course, I'm Harry Styles and I work in a bakery."

I try my hardest not to smile and give him that satisfaction.

But that was kinda funny.

"Since when?" I asked. Last time I checked, only Mr. Dean and a girl named Elise worked here.

He laughed at my question.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I'm sorry I just thought of Chris Hemsworth when you said 'since when'" he said.

I usually think of that interview.

"I should teach you how to smile." He says, pulling me out of my thoughts. "It's simple, really. You just gotta say 'cheese' but with the corners of your mouth upwards." He demonstrates me how to do it by saying 'cheese' and then placing his fingers on the corners of his lips before pushing it upwards.

"I don't have time for this—" I got cut off as Mr. Dean came into view, shouting.

"Asher! I swear to god if you scare away my customers, I won't hesitate to kill you!" Mr. Dean exclaimed.

"Uh oh." Asher muttered.

What's going on here?

Mr. Dean changed his demeanour from angry to smiling the second he saw me.

"Hi, Gwen. Are you alright, my child? You hardly come here now."

"I'm okay, Mr. Dean." I smiled at him.

"She wasn't smiling for me.." I heard Asher mutter under his breath. Mr. Dean smacked the back of his head, to which he just laughed.

"I'm sorry if he bothered you, Gwen. He's like family to me. He just shifted here from the New York City. Don't take him seriously." Mr. Dean explains.

Who shifts from the New York City to Netherlands? I mean, don't get me wrong, Amsterdam is a beautiful place to live in but I just don't think I'd leave New York for that.

"It's okay, Mr. Dean. I've met him before in school anyway."

"You guys know each other?"

"Yes, he—" I got cut off.

"Yes, she's my first friend here." Asher tells him.

Friend? I hate his guts.

I glare at him as he just smirks.

"That's great! Okay never mind all that, what would you like to have, dear?" Mr. Dean asks.

"I would appreciate if you would pack a custard pie, please." I said with a small smile.

"Okay, dear." And with that, he turned towards the kitchen to pack my order, leaving me with this psycho alone.

"So... friend, huh?" I smiled shyly. He looked at the expression on my face before smiling and speaking,

"Yeah, tha—"

"Don't ever fucking call me that again." I said, my expression changing.

His smile dropped. "These fake friends, I swear to god.." he muttered under his breath.

I rolled my eyes before Mr. Dean came back from the kitchen with a box in his hands. I paid him the money and he handed the box to me before going back to the kitchen to do god knows what.

I turned around, plugging my earphones in, ready to walk back home when Asher's voice came from behind me, "Wendy?" I ignored him. "Wendy?"

"Munchkin?"

"What?!" I exclaimed, turning around to face him.

"Oh yeah, you turned around by that, didn't you, She-Hulk?" He said, scoffing sarcastically.

"What is it?" I asked, annoyed. He places a slip of paper on the counter.

"What is that?"

"Take it and find out yourself."

I sighed before walking back to the counter and picking up the slip.

"Don't open it until you get home." He instructs.

"Whatever.." I muttered before turning around again.

•°•°•°•°•

20 minutes later, I reached home. I put the box of pie on the kitchen counter where my mom was preparing for dinner.

"Oh, thank you so much, Gwen." She said as she saw the box.

"You're welcome, mom." I muttered before walking back to my room.

I shut the door of my room and sat on the edge of my bed, taking the slip of paper out of my pocket.

I opened it to see his number written on the paper. I read what else was written on it.

Hello, I'm Harry Styles

so call me ig

-To Munchkin

A smile made its way on my face as I read it.

Munchkin.