The Pretty Little One

Chapter 1: Coffee Shop on the Corner

Ding!

I heard someone else walk into Carla's Coffee shop. Carla is my best friend. The only friend I've ever had. It was our first year in college and both of us were pretty excited to start our lives. I wanted to be a publishing author and Carla wanted to be a pediatrician. I was always a quiet girl. And I'm in my early twenties. I sat in the far corner reading a book. It was a romantic novel like I was always reading.

My brown hair fell down in my face as I swiftly pushed it away. Then I noticed a boy walked in. He looked oddly familiar I just couldn't put my finger on it. The place was getting awfully crowded and I was just waiting for my cue to help Carla.

Technically this wasn't Carla's coffee shop. It was her great grandmothers who used to own the coffee shop but when she died Carla was supposed to take over but since she wasn't eighteen at the time her sister had to take over . Carla's younger sister Sara just ran the place. She hated it whenever Carla asked me to help. But when that place gets busy it's terrible. Sara doesn't even work there half the time. She's just in the back room either sleeping like the lazy ass she is or making out with some random dude off the street.

"Janna can you come help me?" Carla asked juggling two trays filled with coffee. "Yeah sure Carla, just lemme mark my place." I quickly marked my place in my book, put up my hair and got to work.

"Here Janna you take orders while I'll make the coffee." I always hated my name. Janna. I used to be teased. Kids would call me Jannauary. I wasn't even born in January. I was born in March. Ugh kids that age can be so immature. I mean seriously. Why not Jenna, or Jennifer, why Janna?

I went behind the counter and put on a apron and started work. Seriously who was that guy. Ugh hopefully he'll stay do I can figure it out. He walked up to me to order something. Now I would be able to see him better.

"Ello can I have two mochas and a hot chocolate?" He said. Okay he's British. British. British. Grr! Then another one walked up. "Harry, hurry up! I'm hungry!" This one was Irish. Hmm. "I'm just surprised that your not freaking out." The curly haired one said. "Why would I be freaking out?" I asked. I was really confused at this point. "You don't know who we are." The Irish one said pointing to him, the curly haired one named Harry, and another one with a quiff. "I'm sorry I don't. Am I supposed to?"

That's when Carla came up with the order, "Oh my god," she said under her breath. "Janna do you know who you were talking to?" She said really freaked out. "Um no am I supposed to?" I said. I didn't understand why these boys were so important. "Janna, over there are three boys from one of the most famous bands ever!" What the hell was she talking about? "Janna that is Harry Styles, Niall Horan, and Zayn Malik. All from One Direction!" I gave Carla another confused look. "What's One Direction?" I asked.

"Janna, are you serious? You don't know who One Direction is?" Her face was really worried. Why? I have no idea. Why where these guys so important? "Carla? What's wrong?" I was scared. I never seen her so upset.

"Um excuse me can I have my order now?" It was the curly haired one again.

"Carla, why don't I just ask them?" I said beginning to walk back over to the counter with the order. "Janna Elizabeth Stewart don't you dare!" She said wagging her finger at me. "Oh Carla Christine Perrie but, I do dare." I said with a smile on my face.

I walked over to the blond boy because the one with the quiff was sleeping and the curly haired one was still waiting for their order.

"Excuse me, hi. My name is Janna Stewart and-" Then he cut me off. "Oh hello Janna, would you like your CD signed or coffee cup. Please don't say boob. I hate signing boobs." That made me laugh a little. Who would want their breast signed? "Actually no. It's about who you are." I said then he got a worried look on his face. "Oh I'm so sorry love, are we causing a disruption or something?" He said beginning to get up and started shaking the other sleeping boy. "No, no. It's fine." I grabbed his hand so he wouldn't wake his friend. Or brother. Or cousin. Let's just call him quiffy. "Um, well my friend Carla over there seemed pretty freaked out when you three walked in. Who are you exactly?"