The Life of a Fangirl - A One Direction fanfiction

Chapter 5

I awoke to a sudden beeping of my phone, Twitter again,

DM: From: @NiallOfficial

To: @Lucy_Hill

Oi! You said we'd talk later…it's now morning! Wake up sunshine! Xxxxxxx

I groaned and rolled out of bed, since when do international superstars wake up at…8 o'clock? Let's try to reply,

DM: From: @Lucy_Hill

To: @NiallOfficial

Now I'm awake, thanks. Why are you so eager to talk to me? Xx

DM: From: @NiallOfficial

To: @Lucy_Hill

Because you're interesting and you're not mad because I woke you up, have you got work today? Xxx

DM: From: @Lucy_Hill

To: @NiallOfficial

I'm sorry for waking you up Lucy, it's okay Niall. Yeah I have work today…unfortunately :( xxx

DM: From: @NiallOfficial

To: @Lucy_Hill

Sorry about that, if you hate your job so much why don't you quit? Xxx

Aww clueless, yet completely adorable, little leprechaun,

DM: From: @Lucy_Hill

To: @NiallOfficial

It's complicated…basically I need the money, actually I best be getting ready for work now. I'll talk when I've finished work xxx

DM: From: @NiallOfficial

To: @Lucy_Hill

Awww really? Well I'll speak to you soon bye Lucy xxxxxx

I stumbled into the bathroom; my hair was very messy and, to me, resembled a small poodle. I showered and changed into my uniform; I let my hair dry naturally and applied my usual make-up. To my surprise Amie was all ready and waiting at the door,

"morning, I was going to leave you in bed and say you were sick but I guess you're here now," Amie greeted me,

"I have to go in, it's my job, as much as I hate it," I sighed, I stepped into my shoes and walked after Amie, we reached work in minutes and in fact we were early.

"Morning girls," Mr McNably droned on, we mumbled our 'good mornings' and got to work. Immediately. The weather was too good for working, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. I wish I was at the beach.

"Miss Hill could you focus and take the lady's order?" McNably shouted at me drawing me from my thoughts, I mumbled a reply and shuffled over to her table,

"hello, can I get you anything?" I asked putting on a sweet face; the lady looked up at me. She had long, wispy, grey hair and very blue eyes, from what I could make out she was quite small in height and her plain, wooden walking stick rested against the table,

"oh hello my dear, I'll have one of those delicious looking muffins on the counter and a small pot of tea please?" The lady croaked looking up at me, I smiled and nodded,

"it'll be a couple of minutes," I said hurrying away to get this sweet old lady's order ready, I took time to look round the café to notice that, apart from her, there was hardly anyone there.