[ H.S ] Brother's Bestfriend

Chapter One

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Alicia Horan

I wake up around 6:30, my alarm is blaring and I hate mornings. Especially early ones.

I throw my feet over the side of my bed and walk towards my bathroom.

I look a mess.

My hair is all messed up from the not so secure bun I slept in. My mascara is circled round my red puffy eyes. My legs and arms are pale and just hanging from the grey oversized t-shirt I stole from Niall's wardrobe.

This is going to be a nightmare to fix and I have to be out in an hour.

I quickly turn the shower on and step in. The warm water soothing my aching muscles.

This is Caleb's fault. If he hadn't showed up last night we wouldn't be in this situation.

He's constantly begging for sex. Even after we broke up. I just don't understand what part of "no" he doesn't understand.

I'm not the type to fall for manipulative and toxic behaviour but he had this huge hold on me and it really fucked me up.

I hate how I let myself get into that situation but it's done now. He calmed down after about half an hour of banging on my door.

I must be running on about two hours sleep. After Caleb left I couldn't get back to sleep, whenever he comes round I never sleep. I'm terrified of what he might do.

I spent my night doing coursework and finalising assignments that are due in this week. I will have more time when I get home from work.

After my shower I get out and dry my hair, I gather it into a ponytail so it's not in my face and do some light makeup.

I hate being a waitress most days. Men just see it as an opportunity to sexualise women. It pisses me off.

At least Niall comes home this weekend, and I think the boys are coming over as well which is really exciting.

It's my eighteenth birthday in three weeks and they always throw the best parties and the best part is, this time I can drink.

Not that I haven't drank before, I mean come on this is England but, I'll be able to do it in public without the fear of being caught.

I don't know, it's not a huge deal but I suppose it makes me feel better about myself.

After my hair and makeup are complete I put on my uniform. It's really quite a dull thing, a grey shirt that closes just above my cleavage and an apron that travels to my mid thigh, along with some black leggings because I really can't be bothered today.

I grab my bag and keys and leave my apartment. It's quite big for one person, but Niall and the boys spend a lot of time here so it's nice having the space.

I make my way to the bus stop, thankful it isn't raining, it's still freezing though.

I guess that's the perks of November weather, even though there genuinely isn't a benefit whatsoever.

My bus arrives and I show the driver my bus pass and take a seat. That's another thing I'm looking forward to. Niall is going to teach me how to drive.

Then I can buy my own car out of my savings and don't have to take this shitty bus everyday.

Don't get me wrong public transport is so much better for the environment but it's rather disgusting.

I listen to music on the forty five minute bus journey, thinking about all the fun I can have with the boys in three days time.

The journey goes quicker than expected and I pull out the keys to start opening up. I hate having the first shift, it's awful having to open up.

After about an hour Jake, one of the boys who work in the kitchen, comes in to prepare the food. I'm not allowed to do that yet apparently.

He's quite muscular, if you saw him on the street you wouldn't think he's a cook. He has dirty blonde hair and it's quite fluffy. His jawline is sharp and he has blue eyes. He has a bit of stubble around his cheeks and chin, but not like the ugly kind. His nose is a great shape and in all fairness he's quite attractive.

He's always been so friendly to me. I can't wait to speak to him today. He's pretty much my best friend.

"Hey Jake! What are you cooking?" I say to him leaning over one of the counters. It's always quiet this time of day so I get to hang around a bit and have fun.

"Depends who's asking." He states playfully.

"Well, that would be me."

"Then I've got your toast in the toaster like every other day." He smirks back at me and pointing his spatula towards the toaster.

"Now, how do you always know I'm hungry." I smile at him and grabbing a plate.

"Because whenever you have first shift you always complain how hungry you are because you skipped breakfast." He chuckles at me whilst flipping some bacon in the pan.

"Well, thanks anyway I am starving!" I state popping the toaster to retrieve the toast.

I place the plate down on the counter whilst I lean against it, chewing and watching Jake cook.

If people looked at us they would think we were in some form of relationship but, we tried it once and it didn't work out. Now we are just close friends (sometimes with benefits) but not too often.

We are quite flirtatious in the way we go about things as well, I'm not too sure why that's just the base of our friendship I suppose.

It's a shame though, my relationship with Jake always gets in the way of me actually trying to find a boyfriend or girlfriend.

That's another thing, I've only ever dated one girl and she slept with Liam. I'm not mad at him, he didn't know that we were going our st the time. The thing that hurt was that she used me to get to him.

Since then I've been closed off and been very picky with who I'm friends with.