Shot 2-
Great. It's them again. They always bring chaos to my part of town and screaming girls don't go well with our quiet, humble abode.
Of course they thought they weren't disturbing our peace and tranquility because of their security and stuff and they probably just don't care.
Louis Tomlinson and Eleanor Calder came to Starbucks about once a week. It's not like its a surprise when they walk through the door, hand in hand. Its actually quite expected.
"Grande mocha latte with a drizzle of Carmel and can I have have low-fat milk please? Oh and just a tiny drop of whipped cream." Eleanor's voice interrupted my thoughts. You'd think I'd go crazy about serving Eleanor and Louis but I frankly didn't care.
I nodded and headed to fix her order. How could someone be so skinny but order an over 100 cal coffee, everyday?! My metabolism laughs at you.
I squiggled her name onto the cardboard cup and handed it to her slender fingers. She smiled sweetly at me and walked away so Louis could order and pay.
"I'm just gonna have a grande peppermint mocha with whip cream. And that'll be all."
My eyebrows raised at his simple request and I turned around to the chunky coffee machine behind me. Great. Out of beans. I turned back to face the counter and Louis. "I'm sorry sir but we are out of beans."
His mouth opened like he was about to say something but clamped shut again when Eleanor came back over to see what was the holdup.
"Come on, babe. We need to go."
"Um, yeah, problem." I said before Louis could reply, "We're out of beans and I need to run in the back storage and get beans and then reset the machine and it might take a while."
The smug look on her face said it all. Not pleased. Not pleased at all. "Haha, you must be joking..." She glanced at my name tag, "Grace...do you know, who exactly you are speaking to?"
I chuckled and pretended to think through my answer. "Let me think..." I turned to face Louis, "You're the guy in the boy, excuse me, man band and she's your slut bag girlfriend?" Correct me if I'm wrong, I mean, I don't get out much." I added more southern twang to the last part to emphasize my boring as hell life.
I heard a tiny little gasp coming from none other than Eleanor and I swiveled to face her. "Oh I'm sorry." I fake apologized, "Does the truth offend you?" I looked at Louis. "She's a keeper" I joked.
I bent my face down to look at Louis' dropped head. I was shocked at the results. He was definitely trying REALLY hard not to laugh.
"Babe?" Eleanor scoffed, "You're gonna let her talk to me like that? Louis looked up at Eleanor's disgusted face and cracked. He laughed for like 5 minutes straight while Eleanor stood there, shocked. I couldn't help but laugh too.
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When they finally left after me getting yelled at by a random security guard, I thought, "What the hell just happened?" I just dissed Eleanor Calder. Famous girlfriend of Louis Freaking Tomlinson. What the hell is my problem. They probably broke up. I was going to be blamed by thousands of Elounor shippers. HA. Good. Let them hate me.
I was still laughing at myself as I logged onto twitter later when I got home. And that's when I saw the tweets.
@louis_tomlinson: Sad to say me and El are taking a break. Single Pringle!
@elounor_or_die: Thanks to some random Starbucks employee, Elounor is not more. I don't know who you are, but I will find you, and kill you.
Death threats? Really people?
@larry_ismy_drug: THANK YOU TO WHOEVER BROKE UP ELOUNOR. LARRY IS REAL MUTHAFUCKAS!
That one made me laugh. A bunch of other Larry shippers were actually THANKING me. It was ridiculous. And hilarious. I had caused a nation phenomenal.
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-Written by Ali<3
