fix you-calum hood

4:what can i get you?

you're beautiful, have fun reading.
Trigger warning for the end.
Mykies POV
The bell rang and I quickly went to my locker.
Ashton followed me and waited for me at my locker.
"Ash I'm gonna be late for work, go to your locker" I said, taking my bag out and throwing it over my shoulders.
"I wanna go with you!" He says.
I groan and start walking out.
"Wait for me outside" he said.
I walked out the door and waited for Ashton.
A few minutes later, he walked out and we went over to my work.

"Where is it?" Ashton repeated, at least a thousand times.
"Right there" I point the Starbucks at the end of the street.
"You work at Starbucks?" He asks.
I nod.
"I wanna work there! Is there any spots left?" He says.
"Let's go see" I said.
As we walk in the building, I go in the back and put my Starbucks shirt on, and my name tag.
Then I walk over to my boss and ask her to talk to Ashton.

Calum's POV
"I'm thirsty" Michael says.
"Me too" Luke whines.
"Damn chill, want to go to the nearest Starbucks or something?" I ask. 
"Yes please, I'm not paying" Michael says.
I groan as we start walking to Starbucks.

As we walk in the building, I recognize the curly hair, working at the counter, and Mykie.
She works here?
"Come on guys" I say as we go up to the counter.
"Hi what can I get..you" Mykie says, looking up at me.
I take my order, and the guys' order. Then hand her the money.
"Have a nice day" she almost whispered.
I could see Ashton giving me a look.
I looked over to Michael and Luke and told them to go sit down.
I couldn't stop glancing over to Mykie.
Her skinny arms handing over the coffee, her shirt way too big no matter what the size is, her cheekbones clearly visible.
There's some personality that nobody has, under all of that.
And I can't help wanting to get to know her.
Who is she really?
And who is Zayn, to leave her broken this way?
He's probably an asshole.

Ashton's POV(well well well😏)
I got hired to make the ice and everything, which I'm happy about because I'm getting money.

After work, Mykie invited me over to her house, and I accepted.
Calum is really stressing me out.
Zayn obviously has a big past to do with her and I can't just ask her "oh, and why are you so anorexic?"
I mean, come on!
We were now walking over to her house.
"So Ash, where did you go before transferring to this school?" She said, looking over to me.
If I was attracted to girls I'm sure I'd be attracted to her.
She's pretty, just missing some parts I'm sure she doesn't have.
"I used to go to another school, the other side of the city and I transferred because of the bullying" I said.
"It sucks there's bullying.
People bully to make others go down to their level and it sucks." She says.
"I don't understand why you get bullied, I mean, you're pretty, and friendly. You shouldn't let people get to you like that" I look over to her and see her blush.
"Thank you Ashton" she said.
I never really looked at her facial features before, and now I did, she's really pretty.
She had sparkling blue eyes, and long brown hair. Her lips were a soft pink color, and a normal size.
Her cheekbones were high and visible, but it's the inside that counts.
How can someone hate somebody so wonderful like Mykie?
"W-what about you?" I ask.
"About me what...?" She replies.
"How was life before I came?" I said, obviously worried.
There was a long pause, and then I hear her take a deep breath.
"I...uh...I" she stumbled across her words.
"It was..different" she said.
We got to her house and she brought me to her room.
It was dark.
Yet, pretty.
She had white Christmas lights hanging on her ceiling, a rope over her bed and pictures clipped to it.
Her bed was well made, it had a dark grey color which fit with the room.
I sat down on her bed and looked at the pictures.
There was one that caught my eye.
It was Mykie, standing next to a tall very hot looking guy.
The guy had black hair in a quiff and low grey jeans. He was wearing a varsity jacket with a white shirt under.
Is that Zayn?
I looked over to Mykie, she looked healthy. She also looked like the sun next to the guy; happy, bright.
I looked around the room and saw her mirror.
It was scary.
It was all scratched up, words engraved.
I walked over to it and let my fingers slide over the words.
Waste of space.
Ugly.
Annoying.
Worthless.
Fat.
It was engraved, in large letters on the top of the mirror.
It was terrifying.
I sat back on the bed quickly as she walked back in with a water bottle.
She tossed it over to me and sat next to me.
"I'll tell you, because I trust you enough. If you repeat this, you'll loose my trust. Is that clear?" She said, looking directly into my eyes.
I nodded and waited for her to start.
"It started when I was a freshman.."