You Will Be Found

ONE: NICE TO MEET YA (Emerelda)

INFO FOR CHAPTER: Emerelda's POV, 1st person. She is 15 years old but emancipated herself so she lives alone. It happened two years earlier than is usually legal because she had people to vouch for her responsibility and a well-paying job. She's kinda like a surrogate mother to past foster siblings.

I carefully separated another section of hair to add to the elaborate braid adorning my head, before tucking it into the weave. I loved braiding, it was a calming excessive. But, as my fellow long-haired people can testify to, after the eighth try your hands really do start to get tired. After I finished the braid, I picked out my outfit. High-waisted pale blue jeans with a few small rips, a cropped sunshine yellow sweater, and my gold sunflower earrings. I tied it together with my white converse, a tan belt, and the bead necklace Alaia, my former foster-sister, made. 

I grabbed my small purse and filled it with my wallet, phone, notebook and pen, and my paperwork. I plugged my earbuds into my phone and my playlist started. The first song up was "Pompeii" by Bastille. One of my favorites. Content with the music, I started off on the long walk.

🌻 time skip to that evening at 5:30, from 3:45. Name her! 🌻 

TW: Simone Cowbell

I shook Mr. Cowell's hand in agreement. I got the job! I was going to be a lighting technician for tours with Syco Records. And the best news: I could bring Artemis! Artemis was my Shepsky  puppy. I adopted her almost six months ago, and she was almost a year old already! I left the recording studio in high spirits, and started walk to the bar. 

The bar was desperate enough for workers to hire an underage bartender and pay me under the table, so I had a relatively stable job there. After about half an hour of walking, I got to work right on time, at 6:00 pm. The door was unlocked, so I walked in and straight to the back. After changing into the set of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and my apron. I headed out to the bar and took inventory, we were a little short on rum, but we had an excessive amount of gin. 

With that in mind, I put a Negroni down as the day's special. I headed to the back to say hi to Mary, the cook, and Jakob, the manager. I unloaded the dishwasher and wiped the tables, just as Katie, Andrew, Justin, and Mark arrived. The waiters always carpooled, so once they walked in, I flipped the sign to 'open'.

The night was rather uneventful until eight, per the usual. That was when the already buzzed people start to pull in, along with the recent breakup drinkers. The usuals also showed up around then. I sighed as what looked to be another frat boy group walked in, shoving each other around until they found their five seats at the bar. 

I walked over and said, " Hello, welcome to Royal Oak! Are y'all looking to drink tonight?" they looked a bit taken aback by my American accent, but recovered quickly. The dyed blonde one responded with, "Yes please!" In a think Irish accent. Shockingly polite for a teenage boy. Props to his mama. "Lovely, can I see your IDs before we get to ordering?" They all nodded and fumbled through their pockets.

The first one belonged to a rather handsome boy with longer curly hair and emerald green eyes, his ID said he was 19 and his name was Harry Styles. I thanked him and returned the drivers licence, next looking at a boy with darker skin and black hair, also admittedly very handsome. Now that I think of it, they all are. I flashed through the rest of the 1Ds, and got to orders. Harry ordered a Vodka Redbull (ew but ok) , the Irish one, Niall I think it was, wanted a Guinness. A classic with a bit of irony. I like him. The black-haired one with the Bradford accent, was it Ziam? Wanted a paloma, the elvish one wanted a cosmopolitan, and the responsible-looking one just wanted a sprite. He must've been the designated driver. 

I started on their cocktails while they made small talk rather loudly. After their cocktails were done, I moved on to the next costumer, then the next. The boys stayed a long time, and drank until I cut them off. By that point, most of them were VERY drunk. I don't think any of them realized when I started replacing their drinks with waters. It was almost 1:30 by the time they began to sober up enough to leave.

 During that time, the Bradford boy, who introduced himself as Zayn, vented to me about his girlfriend. He wanted to dump her, I guess. Louis was sad because he was being forced by his guardians  to date a girl who he liked as a friend but wasn't interested in, Harry's crush was dating someone else, Niall missed his family in Ireland, and Liam was tired and did not want to deal with these guys hungover the next day. I don't blame him, poor guy. 

I told Liam I'd stop making them drinks and give them water. If he could get them to eat some of his breadsticks, they should be sobered a bit in a couple hours. The poor guy looked at me like I was god! He must be the designated driver often. They left around 1:30, and I never thought I'd see them again. I was dead wrong.

A/N: hi guys! Hope you liked this chapter, I bet you can guess where she'll see them again, ey? Let me know if I missed any grammar things proofreading. Love you, thanks for reading!

-A ❤️