I Am (Not) In Love? (1D Fanfic)

Meet Sophia Martinez

Sophia's POV

Goooooooodmorning!!! Not! Another day, another dollar. Err I mean, another day, another work. Eh same thing.

I finally got my fat ass up, and had my breakfast of corn flakes and milk. 'Bleh! No taste. It just need a little pinch of sugar.' I tell myself.

I grabbed the sugar, and poured almost half of the bowl. 'Oh well.' I tell myself. 'Atleast it has taste.' I shrugged and continued eating.

After I ate, I went to go get a shower. 'Ew! I look stinky and messy. Perfect!' I say to myself in the mirror. Hahaha. I always make myself laugh.

I finally finished, and got dressed. I grabbed a black shirt, my white vest, jeans and, of course, *cough* undergarments *cough*. I braided my hair to the side.

Voila! Great. Oh wait. I forgot something. I grabbed my black and white converse. Now it's perfect.

I grabbed my bag, and my papers, and head out in the streets of New York City. I was on my way to Madison Square Garden (Lol what a coincidence), when some douche who wasn't looking where he was going knocked me down. 'Oh no he didn't!' I got knocked down! By some douche who wasn't looking where he was going!

Just before I try to grab my things, I hear someone say, "Oh shit! I'm so sorry." Well then there is no way I am going to forgive it er, I mean him.

"Wow! Thanks a lot." I tell him, sarcastically of course.

What a creep! I am trying to take a good look at his face, so that I know what I will rip apart! 'Why does he keep on hiding his head.' I asked myself, confused.

'Wait. Woah. Wai-ai-ai-ait a minute. He's...he's....probably a killer on the loose! Run For Your Lives!' I only said that in my head so that people won't look at me crazy. "

I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking..." He stated. 'Yes. You weren't.' I tell myself. Okay. Hold up. Why is he trying to talk in an accent he's not even good at? Oh well. I guess we'll never know.

"No worries. It's fine. Oh, and are you okay?" I asked him. What? I'm trying to be nice to someone who knocked me down on the filthy floor. "Yeah. I'm fine....eh?" He responds. Okay. I am trying not to laugh, snicker or even grin at his failed attempt.

He does know that I can hear a British accent in his voice. And that he's doing a Canadian accent, when he's trying for a New Yorker accent.

I asked him again, "Are you sure? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that you're not American. I mean no offence if you are. It's just tha--", before I could say anything else, he cuts me off with a British accent.

'Yes! I was right!' I didn't say that out loud right? Right. Just in my mind. "No. It's fine, and you're right." he also said when he cutted me off.

He suddenly sighs, bowing his head down more. 'Okay, bowing your head might break your neck boy!' I wanted to tell him, but he sounded so serious. "Okay. I will reveal myself, but please don't scream." He says in a serious tone.

"O-kay?" I agreed. What? I wanted to give him a chance of being serious. He took off his glasses and hoodie. I really do not know how am I suppose to react, so I just pretended to be shocked.

I look at him straight in the eyes. 'Hmmm. Pretty eyes. Oh crap! He's staring too. Oh no! Tension! Break it Sophia! Break it! This is too awkward! Break it!' I shouted at myself, but I can't stop staring at his eyes.

'Oh no! He's gonna think I'm a creep! Wait! Since when did I ever care? Oh well. Great. Now It's awkward.' He looks so shy. Aww that face makes me want to laugh. So I did. "Okay. What's the joke?" I asked him.