Last First Kiss {A One Direction Fanfic}

Chapter 2 - Not Today

Chapter 2 - Not Today

*BUZZ * *BUZZ * *BUZZ*

ERRRR….. The day I had dreaded was unwillingly here…

I rolled over hit the snooze button on my alarm clock and shut my eyes tight. I didn’t want to get up. In fact I couldn’t get up. The near thought of going to work today was so utterly painful that my legs just wouldn’t move.

“WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN BED?! GET UP, LOVE!!! IT’S TIME TO GO TO WORKKKK!!!!!” My too eager Dad jumped on the other side of my queen sized bed. Jumping up and down, almost hitting his head on the ceiling.

“5 more minutes….” I begged pulling the duvet up over my face to shield myself from the light. Not only did I not want to go to work, I wasn’t really an ‘early morning person’. In fact I hated mornings.

“Come one sleepy head! I’ll make you breakfast, anything you like! What shall it be? Or do you want McDonald’s?” he winked at me as I turned beaming at the word breakfast and anything I want. Dad knows that if he wants me to do anything, all he has to do is make me my favourite meal and buy me the odd clothing item here or there and then I am 100% sold!

We weren’t rich by any means, but we did have a bit of money. My parents worked hard for what they have, and they like to spend it on me since I am their only child. I had a great upbringing, and I never really had any issues with school or friends. I was practically drama free. Well besides Dad’s workplace of course…

“WAFFLES WITH CHOCOLATE AND WHIPPED CREAM AND THEN MACCAS RUN!!!!!” I exclaimed jumping up and down on my bed. Dad joined in as we bounced on the bed happily.

“Ok before you two break the bed, why don’t you hop off and actually get ready? You are running out of time!” Mum had appeared from her room to help us move along as Dad and I do get quite distracted when we are supposed to be doing something else.

“Shit we only have an hour and a half before we have to leave!” Dad quickly hopped off the bed and ran to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast for all three of us.

I hopped off the bed too and made my way out of my room and into the bathroom across the hall, hopping in the shower for a good 10 minutes or so. After waking up from the shower and being yelled at by Mum to get my ass out so she could have one, I dried my hair and wrapped my towel around me and made my way back to my room.

I looked through my huge closet to find the perfect outfit to wear. I wanted it to say ‘stay the fuck away from me I don’t care about this job’ but also express how unfake I am. With that in mind I went with my normal look of ripped washed black skinny jeans, oversized white t-shirt with two black lines around the bottom and the sleeves of the shirt accompanied by a huge black ‘86’ printed on the front. I rolled my jeans up to mid calf and placed on my all black vans without socks. I grabbed my black boater hat and made my way back to the bathroom.

Having short hair anyway, I put some sea spray and mouse in my hair to make it more vibrant and less flat. Having my fringe just brushing the top of my eyelids (hair like Frankie Sanford from The Saturdays). I placed my boater hat on but pushed slightly back. I applied the normal make up – foundation, mascara, a bit of nude colour eye shadow – and I was ready to go.

I walked down the stairs and into our massive living/dining/kitchen area. I made my way to the dining table and sat in my usual seat. Dad sat opposite me and Mum sat in between Dad and I. we ate our waffles and just as I put the last mouthful into my mouth, Dad yanked the plate from me and told me to grab my bag and hurry back own so we could leave.

I slowly walked up the stairs, earning a growl from Dad. I quickened my pace and walked into my room. I grabbed my black handbag chucking in my phone, purse, lip gloss, earphones, charger and keys. I grabbed my aviators and my blue denim jacket from my dresser and rushed down the stairs towards Dad’s screaming voice telling me to hurry up.