"Losing him was blue like I'd never known, Missing him was dark grey all alone, Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met, But loving him was red-" my phone rang, playing Taylor Swift's song, Red. I peeled my eyes open and picked my Galaxy S3 up.
"Hello?" I mumbled not fully awake.
"Hello Miss Morgan, this is Cole Lockehart, One Direction's manager. I was calling to tell you to come to the Plaza Hotel on Wednesday. I have something to tell you and Niall. If you don't come, I'll have security come and get you. So I advise you to show up and on time. Have a nice day Miss Morgan." a man's voice played through the speaker. I let out a groan. I thought Niall said he would talk to Cole and get them to take the article out and everything would be normal. But I guess not. Or maybe Niall just wants me to miserable. I demanded my brain to stop talking to myself about that subject and to pull myself out of bed. I walked into the kitchen and popped some toast into the toaster. As I waited I poured some orange juice into a glass. I still had time left to wait so I just stood there, staring off into space. All of a sudden, the toast popped out signaling it was ready, causing me to jump and have a mini heart attack. I pulled it out quick so I wouldn't burn my fingertips.
After I ate breakfast, I looked to see what time it was, 9:24. Right on time. I had exactly 36 minutes to get dressed for work. I made my way to my room and took a quick shower. When I felt clean, I dried my body off and pulled on my black pants, and black shirt with a Starbucks logo. I went to my mirror, and blow dried my hair real fast and then brushed it out. My hair had curls at the very end naturally, so all I ever had to do was blow dry, brush, pull it into a pony tail or leave it down and I'm done. But today I pulled it into a pony tail, not too high but not too low, and then put my Starbucks visor on. I squirted the Victoria Secret perfume on, and grabbed my make-up bag. I quickly looked to see what time it was, 9:45. 15 minutes to do make-up and leave. I applied a natural color eyeshadow, and some black eyeliner, after that, I put some blush on my tan cheeks. I applied mascara to my long eyelashes and pulled out my bubblegum chap stick that a had shimmer to it, and added that to my lips. I looked at my self in the mirror and agreed I looked nice. I walked to my closet and grabbed my black and white converse and slipped them on. When I was sure I had everything, I grabbed my keys and hopped in my silver Volkswagen Beetle, and headed to my job.
When I walked in to the building I greeted my boss as I walked by his office, and kept going till I got to the back. I put my purse and phone in my locker and locked it to make sure no one stole anything. I grabbed an apron and put it over my head and tied it around my back. I clocked in, letting my boss know what time I started working. I walked to the front and told my co-worker, Janessa "Hey Nessa, I got cash register!"
She nodded and said she would make the drinks. I signed in into the cash register and waited till customers came. The bell on the door rang and I looked up. A man in his 30s came to the counter.
"Hello sir. Welcome to Starbucks, how can I help you today?" I asked nicely.
"Um yes.. I would like- hmm.. I would like a...." he said uncertainly.
"Oh! I would like a hot chocolate with extra whipcream please!" he continued finally making up his mind.
"What's your name? And what size cup?" I asked.
"Logan and a grande." he answered. I wrote his name on his cup turned to Janessa, gave her the cup and told her the man's order. When she was done making it, I grabbed the cup.
"Logan! 1 grande hot chocolate!" he arrived at the counter as I handed the drink to him, "Have a nice day. Make sure you come back to Starbucks." I continued. I turned to get a drink when the bell rang again.
"Hold on one moment. I'll be right back." I shouted out not looking back. I went to the back and slipped in 75 cents into the vending machine and picked a sprite. I walked back to the counter and put my drink on the shelf below the cash register.
"Hello, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you today?" I asked still not looking up yet.
"Hi yes, I would like 1 tall caramel frappuccino, no whip cream and extra caramel." the woman replied.
"Name mam?" I asked grabbing a cup and writing the order on the cup.
"Erin." the lady said simply. As she said that name, my head snapped up. Is it Erin Ramsey? As my gaze looked all over her face I could tell it was her. I wrote her name on the cup and handed the cup to Nessa.
"Mam.. I don't mean to be rude.. but are you-.. are you Erin Ramsey?" I whispered. She looked at me for a couple seconds before she flashed a smile and nodded her head vigorously.
"Why?" she asked.
"I'm Annie Morgan. The one in the article.. you know. About kissing Niall Horan.. you're boyfriend. They got us confused. Since we look alike. I don't know how that happened. Must be a coincidence.." I rambled.
"Ohhh... You're Annie?!" she said excited. I nodded my head.
"I'm sorry about that I didn't mean for that to happen." she apologized.
"It's alright." I assured her.
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||||Wednesday||||
I walked into the Plaza Hotel, just like Cole told me to do. I looked around to see if I could spot anywhere or anyone that could tell me where to go. Cole had called me again yesterday telling me that when I arrived at the hotel to tell one of the workers that I was here to see Cole Lockehart and they would show me to the conference room. So with that, I did so. I walked up to the desk, and told her, "Um.. Hi, I'm here to see Cole Lockehart. I'm suppose to go to a conference room? Can you show me exactly where that is?"
She nodded and motioned her hand to follow her the way she was walking. I followed for about 2 minutes and then we arrived at 2 black doors.
"Mr. Lockehart is in there." she said nicely, and then left. I turned the doorknob and walked in. As I entered I looked around to see only 2 people in the room that could contain 12 people. One of them was Cole himself, the other, Niall Horan.
"Hello Miss Morgan. You already know Niall here. But I am Cole, we talked on the phone. Nice to meet you." He said shaking my hand.
"Um yeah. Nice to meet you too... Erm- hi Niall." I said but whispered the last part. He looked at me and gave me a half smile. Cole told me to take a seat next to Niall, so I rolled the office chair back and sat down and rolled back towards the table.
"Alright, so we are all aware of this article, right? Well Niall came and talked to me, trying to get me to tell the magazine company to remove the article. But however, I didn't want to do that. So I came up with a plan." he started,
"This plan involves both of you. Because right now, both of you are getting hate. Plus, this does not look good for Niall nor One Direction. There's one thing Niall.." he continued.
"What?" Niall said in his thick Irish accent.
"Erin is not involved in this. My plan is for you two..to date each other. You two can decide whether it is fake or not, but it will happen."
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Alright so I think this one it REALLY long. Hope you liked it! I am so tired. It is 1:25 and I started writing at midnight. Luckily I'm out of school tomorrow! Yay. Anyways VOTE COMMENT AND TELL FRIENDS TO READ! Thanks lovelies!
-Blakely (:
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Identity Confusion
FanfictionAnnie Morgan's ex boyfriend, Niall Horan, suddenly breaks up with her. 'Why?' you might ask. Well she doesn't really know. And she doesn't want anything to do with him. When Niall gets caught by the paparazzi, kissing Erin Ramsey a popular model, he...
