Take Care (A Niall Horan/One Direction fanfic)

I, Camille Richards, worked at a bakery in Don Caster, England, for one reason only;

Cupcakes are heavenly.

That's how I met my best friend, Louis Tomlinson.

We moved because of my father's job, only for him to walk out on us 3 years later. It was hard to believe that the man whom I was so close with, the one who bought me peach ice cream after I got a gash on my knee after falling off of my bike, the man who held me whilst I cried myself to sleep one night, because somebody in my 1st grade class said that I wasn't pretty, was the same man who sucked the joy out of our small family.

My mom had me after she had my sister. My sister was a teen pregnancy, and I was born shortly after.

I wondered if my father had himself a bitch yet. It sounds unpleasant, yes, but I really do.

I wonder if he thinks of us every day, and regrets his decision, or if he is careless and just fine and has forgotten the treasure he left behind. The fact that he doesn't care was painful.

On one fateful day in the small, musty, humid shop, I met Louis.

Thankfully, we weren't busy that day. I was a mess. My loose waves weren't wavy; they were crimped awkwardly, forcing me to put it in a sock bun. I'd only had enough time to swipe on mascara and pink lip gloss. In addition, I had to wait for my clothes to get out of the dryer. I was about to lock up, when a boy who looked about my age walked in.

"Hey," He'd grinned. I remember thinking that I'd been mind-raped.

"H-heyy," I hung the useless, unnecessary jacket I'd brought along.

"I'm here to pick up a cake,"

"Name?"

He told me his school's name and order details.

"Your total is 15.49,"

He fumbled with his wallet and pulled out a 20. "Thank you."

I gave him the change. He dropped it in the tips jar.

"Thank you! So much!" I gleamed.

"Anything for the pretty girl who gave me a discounted cake."

"Uh,what?" I tried to sound casual.

He smiled a toothy grin. "I've lived here my whole life. I know the price of an extra-large cake is not 15."

My cheeks flushed. Ok then. He got me. "Enjoy your cake," I said grabbing the cake from the top rack.

T9 T9

Every few days he had shown up, as excuses to talk to me. Often he'd frantically grab something from the shelves around him after I'd playfully ask him in the midst of our long, deep conversations about what he was purchasing. One day he bought a Barbie cake.

"Anything else I can get you?" I giggled.

"What about a date tonight?" he said very cool-ly, leaning up against the counter.

"12.00,"

"Ooh another discount!" He clapped. Along with the money, he handed me his number.

"Have a nice night." I said with a genuine smile.

"It'd be better if I were with you." He whined with a puppy dog face.

I pretended not to hear him, and shuffled into the freezer.

That night, I eventually mustered up the nerve to call him.

"Hello?" He sounded like he just woke up. Sexy.