Punk Series - He's Persistent

Harry: Your brown haired, tattooed suitor has shown up at the baby boutique everyday this past month. At first, it was creepy and still is, but he keeps you company on slow days so you don't complain. He surprises you with how friendly and intelligent he is, far more than the tattooed freak you had once thought he was. "I thought you might want this" he tells you one afternoon, passing you the issue of Vogue that has yet to be released. "How'd you get this?" you question, flipping through the pages and Harry chuckles. "I know a guy" he tells you and you give him a curious glance. You glance outside your store to notice a few girls gathered around, looking to Harry when he shifts so he's blocking you from their gazes. "You realize, you have a following wherever you go right?" you question, leaning against the counter later that night after you've closed down. "Yeah..." he trails off and you stand up from the box you'd been going through. "Why is that?" you ask and he shifts on his brown boots, hands finding his jean pockets and he looks uncomfortable. "I... I'm in music" he tells you and you raise an eyebrow. ". "The kind where there's screaming and heavy guitar" you comment, flipping through the magazine on the counter and he shrugs. "Not really... more like, I write and produce" he answers, turning to look over his shoulder at you while leaning against the counter. "Oh... anybody I know?" you question, looking up and he smiles. "Ed Sheeran, Olly Murs, Little Mix, Rita Ora, Cher Llyod, Maroon 5" he lists and your eyes widen because, he's more than you thought. "Rethinking the whole not dating me part yet?" he questions and you roll your eyes. "You an Italian leather and Saturday's at the lake kind of guy yet?" you ask, checking a few things off on the inventory list of the boutique you'd recently acquired from the former owner. "I could be" he tells you, taking the clipboard from your hands and you swallow. "But not really" you finish for him and he shrugs. "I could be anything you want me to be" he whispers seriously, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and you sigh. "But that's not you and I don't want that... I'm perfectly fine with how things are now" you tell him, stepping away from him and he nods. "Alright then" he tells you, a sense of finality to his tone and you nod.

Liam: "It's already been paid for" the man behind the counter says, handing you back your card and you raise an eyebrow at him. It's been like this every day for the past two weeks and you're starting to get annoyed. You wait for your coffee and glance around the little coffee shop, your eyes scanning over Liam's form in the corner table before glancing back to the barista when he calls your name. "Go out with me - Liam" the cup says and you narrow your eyes before turning. "I can pay for my own coffee, I told you that" you tell him, standing next to his table and he glances up at you. "And I said, get to know me so I can pay for them" he dares again and your lips thin into a frown. "What are you drinking?" you question, watching as he raises an eyebrow while taking a sip from his cup. "Black coffee" he tells you and you smirk. "Then no" you tell him, stepping sideways as a little girl comes up the table. "Liam... what's up man?" a young kid asks, wondering over to the table and Liam smiles. "Pretty well Chase... shouldn't you be in school?" Liam questions, leaning back in his chair while crossing his arms over his chest. "No... winter break and all. Anyway, can I reschedule my guitar lesson?" the kid asks, waving his mother over and Liam nods. "Sure kid, text me when you wanna come in and I'll set it up" Liam says, standing to greet the mother. "Easy transition taking over the store?" she questions and you turn to raise an eyebrow at Liam. "Yeah, it's different but I'm managing" Liam says, bidding the two goodbye before taking his seat again. "I kind of own the music store now" he answers honestly, standing to shrug his coat back on and you glare at him. "Oh really that must be lucrative?" you answer sarcastically, letting him lead you from the coffee shop and onto the street. "It's actually one of the most successful stores in the city. Lots of famous people come in, if you must know" Liam responds, a hint of teasing in his voice as he eyes your shocked expression. "Ready to get to know me yet?" he asks and you thrust your latte into his hands. "Nope... give up yet?" you question, turning around to walk away. "Never... not until you say yes" he calls after you and you can't help but smile at his persistence. "You'll be waiting a while then" you tell him over your shoulder, sliding into your car and he chuckles.

Niall: "You got another one" you hear from your spot by the nurses station. You look up and see a fellow nurse holding another CD in her hands, a smile on her face as she passes it to you. "Your refusal to go out with me only makes me want you more ;) - Niall" the note reads and you roll your eyes before storming off to toss it in your locker, as you've done with all the rest. "You know, you're meant to listen to those" Niall says from his spot leaning against the wall outside the locker room. "And by telling you I was out of your league was meant to inform you to leave me alone" you snarl, pushing the door open and storming inside as Niall follows closely behind. "You can't be in here" you gasp but he just smirks. "Marry me" he says watching as your mouth drops before you shut it tightly. "Why would I do a stupid thing like that?" you demand, wrenching your locker door open and angrily toss the CD case inside. "We're going to end up married anyway, might as well skip ahead to the best part" he grins confidently and that only serves to infuriate you. "No, contrary to popular belief I'm not a fan of riding behind some bad boy on his Harley" you snap and storm from the room. "Well, bad boys on Harleys are all the rage these days" he answers and you narrow your gaze at him. "Oh really now... I don't even know what you do for a living" you scoff, crossing your arms over your scrubs and Niall shrugs. "I own a tattoo shop" he says and you roll your eyes. "Of course you do" you tell him, gesturing to the ink on his arms and neck and he smirks. "I tattoo a lot of famous people... Adam Levine, Johnny Depp, musicians, actors" he says, walking behind you as you head back to work. "That's... actually, impressive," you say, turning to stare at him with wide eyes because you had expected him to be a homeless person or on state's assistance. "Marry me" he questions again with a wide smirk and your surprise at what he does quickly fades before you slap him. "Leave me alone," you challenge, storming off to continue your shift at the hospital and Niall just chuckles.

Louis: "Didn't you just get one of these yesterday?" You ask Louis as he sets down a pair of sweatpants on the counter. "Different color," he acknowledges with a smile. "Right." You roll your eyes and proceed to fold the pants. "You know it's summer right?" You ask him of his purchase. "Yeah, but I've got to have something to cover up these tattoos." "Why is that?" "Well see there's a gorgeous girl that I'm kind of into, but she doesn't like them. So I really need her to see me beyond the ink. Covering up will surely help that" You pause. He had been in every day for the past two weeks, purchasing one item at a time yet this conversation had never come up. He had made it very obvious that he was into you and that he was going to stop at nothing to get you to say 'yes' to his invitation to go out. "You may be looking in the wrong place," you respond with, hoping to end the conversation. "Nah. I've got plenty of time to change her mind." "What makes you think that?" You ask curiously. "Well just look at how much I have left to buy." You chuckle at his persistence. He definitely wasn't going anywhere, at least not until he owned every piece of sports attire in the store. "Surely you aren't serious?" You question, still not even wanting to believe his statement. "As serious as a heart attack love." His cheeky smile confirmed it. "How do you even have money to buy all of this stuff?" You inquire. "Remember that team you went to go see the other day?" You nod your head in affirmation. "Well let's just say I own a significant amount of their franchise." "You're shitting me," you reply before even thinking about what you had said. He chuckled and only nodded. You shook your head in disbelief and handed him the bag containing his pants. "Try not to get lost on your way in tomorrow," you said as serious as possible. "Oh so you want me to come back tomorrow?" His question completely defeated the purpose of your statement. "No. I was just assuming that since you hadn't missed a day in two weeks and you still had pretty much the whole store to purchase that you would be back tomorrow." You explanation made him smile. "We'll see if you're that lucky. I may take a day off." "I can only hope." His smile continued even through your response. He turns to walk towards the door, only to stop and face you once more. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'm thinking a new jersey, so have some picked out will you?" You scoff at his request. "I'll be sure to not have done when you get here." His grin grows wider. "That's my girl." You shake your head as he walks out of the store, debating whether or not to have jersey's set out for him tomorrow or not.

Zayn: "Here's today's," the shop owner says, handing you yet another gorgeous bouquet of flowers. You thank her and smile, smelling their fragrance. "How many of those do you think it's going to take?" You hear from behind you. You turn around of course to see Zayn standing behind you, his corner smile ever present. "To do what?" You respond, still taking in the scent of the flowers. "Until you agree to go out with me." Your head turns in his direction, but you say nothing. "I've already made the shop owner aware that you stop here every day with Sophie to check out those shirts in the window. She's agreed to give you flowers every day until you agree." "That's ridiculous," you acknowledge, hoping he hadn't gone through that much trouble just for you to turn him down. "I don't think it is. Sophie do you think it's ridiculous that I want to go out with your Mom?" Of course just as soon as he bent down to rub her belly she was full of enthusiasm. "Sophie seems to think otherwise," he says, looking up to you with a smile. You shake your head and can't help but let a slight smile slip. "You weren't here these last few weeks," you say observing his abrupt presence. "Yeah I had to leave town for a bit. I was showing some of my artwork and teaching some classes at the art museum in Leeds." His explanation impressed you. "You're an artist?" You inquire. "Full time," he says rolling up his sleeve to showcase the permanent artwork on his arms, quickly reminding you why you hadn't agreed to go out with him earlier. You nod quietly, unsure of how to move past this conversation. "Better make room for more flowers, they'll be coming until you say yes," he says, breaking the silence, facing you but slowly walking in the other direction. "Why are you doing this?" You question, almost in awe. "Because it's going to happen, you're going to go out with me." His confidence was still there, but you just weren't seeing beyond the ink. "I'll be sure to clear my counter tops and get out all of my vases." Your response made him laugh. "We'll see about that. See you tomorrow (Y/N)." By this time he was halfway down the road and the two of you were practically shouting to one another. "You don't know that." "Oh yes I do," he responds to your negative comment, before turning around and heading farther into town.