If I Could Fly // c.t.h.

holly.

I've come to hate the sound of my alarm clock, especially when I had an encounter with the biggest dickhead who ever lived last night. Although I was happy working in my family business, my shift hours completely sucked.

I forced myself to get out of bed and put on my uniform, tying my hair up in a ponytail. Considering I work at a café, I didn't bother eating at home.

Shay was eating at the kitchen counter when I entered the room; we shared an apartment together but apparently last night she was too busy with "work" and couldn't get a ticket to accompany me to the concert. Maybe then, I wouldn't have an encounter with the asshole called Calum Hood.

"Morning, Shay," I greet and when she didn't reply, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"I lied to you yesterday," she tells me, guilt in her eyes. "It's not that I couldn't get a ticket because of work, it's because I had plans with Derek."

"Oh," I said simply, not surprised. Derek is her boyfriend who she's madly in love with; she'd give up all the money in the world for him.

"But I regret, because we broke up," she continues, the guilt turning into sadness. "I caught him having sex with some other girl."

"Aw, Shay," I walk over and give her a hug. "I'm sorry, I know how much you loved him."

"I don't give a shit about him anymore," she huffs, rolling her eyes. "I just feel bad for blowing you off for a dirtbag."

"It's fine, I won't hold a grudge," I assured her.

"So how was the concert?" Shay asked me, perking up.

I didn't know if I should tell her that Calum Hood tried to get in my pants. If I did, the jerk of that guy will probably still haunt me to no ends, and I just want to wash him away from my mind. I'll pretend that the situation never happened, something he's probably doing right now.

"It was fun," I tell her.

"Sounds like I missed out," she giggled.

"Yeah," I nodded, checking the time on my phone. "I should get to work, are you going to stop by the café?"

"Sure," she smiles. "I'll be there around lunchtime."

I thank her happily and then I'm off to go to work. I never really had to do much to get this job, after all it's a family business started way back with my great grandmother and eventually passed down to my father. It pays well, since our café is significantly popular for our variety of coffees and breakfast food.

"Good morning, Holly Bear," my dad greets me as soon as I entered the warm, comforting and coffee-scented café.

"Dad," I sighed. "I'm nineteen. Please stop calling me Holly Bear."

"Um, excuse me? I'll call you as I please," my father grins evilly. "After all, I have given you a job and I do pay you well. Plus, you've lived in my house for eighteen years under my support and caring nature."

"You mean your crazy nature," I mumbled.

"Just get started on your shift," he chuckles, patting my back. "Otherwise, I'll add another ten minutes."

I quickly ran behind the counter, because although I love working in the family business, there is no way in hell I'm spending another ten minutes after my shift has ended working in a crowded café.

I took customers orders as quickly as they came, earning satisfied tips. I moved on and on, hoping that Shay would keep her promise and come and visit me.