The Sighting At Starbucks(One Direction-Niall Horan- FanFic)

Chapter 1- The Sighting At Starbucks

 “Oh my fucking god!” all of the girls shreak in what seems like unison as security guards try to contain the massive mob in the terminal.

Erica looks over at me from behind her cappuccino machine, “You’d think that they wouldn’t let mobs in an airport.” She scoffs, “I mean, with all of the people I see running from place to place, you’d think that the huge blockage would be something to be removed.”

I just shrug and load a double shot of espresso into the drink I’m making.

I see Erica tilt her head at me from beside me, “Megan..”

I turn to her, “Erica,” I widen my eyes, “It’s fine. The tickets got jacked-whatever.” I turn back to cappuccino machine, “I didn’t even want to go that bad anyways.”

“Well that’s a flat out lie…” she murmers to herself.

I with wide eyes to her again and she puts her hands up in a surrendering way, “Fine.”

A lady behind the counter clears her throat loudly, “Excuse me, but could you stop chatting and continue with your work?”

“Do you think you could—“ I turn around as quickly as possible and slap my hand over Erica’s mouth, “Yes Ma’am, we promise to be quiet.”

She puts up one side of her mouth in disgust as I take my hand away from Erica’s mouth. She narrows her eyes at the lady, but reluctantly continues wiping the counter.

“Double-tall caramel latte,” I hand the lady her drink and she shoots me a dirty look before walking away.

Erica and I continue wiping down the area while trying to drown out the screams of the many frantic girls.

“But really, I’m sorry about what happened, Megan.”

I just shrug and wipe the spot that I’d wiped about twenty times already.

“How about that night we just go to the Space Needle and spit on tourists or something?” She leans against the counter and watches me as I continually wipe down the counter.

I shrug, “Can’t I just choke on a fish at Pike Market?”

Erica rolls her eyes and snaps me with the towel.

All of the sudden our ears are annihilated by the start of one small phrase, “OH MY GOD, IT’S THEM!” the screams start then, and Erica and I both rush to cover our ears.

I take out the emergency ear plugs out of the drawer and stick them in my ears.

I stick out my tongue at Erica who is covering her entire ear-section with her hands.

I lean against the counter and straighten up the merchandise. Again. Fucking Starbucks.

As I re-straighten the gift cards for the fiftieth time today, I feel somebody looking at me. I turn to Erica who is on her knees on the ground covering her ears, I look to the right where everybody is rushing to get away from the rushing mob. I look to the mob but everybody’s head seems to be glued to a segment in the middle where five boys were walking in a straight line with big men dressed in black surrounding them. I scan the line of boys before getting to the front of the line where the boy with the blonde hair is looking straight at me.

Me. That’s right. Me.

Not any of the girls surrounding him, who are probably his age, and more beautiful than me, but, me. Frizzy haired, brown eyed, no makeup-ed me. Well don’t I feel special. (Actually, yes, I do.)

The mob, and the boys, pass by quickly, obviously in a rush. “Niall doesn’t like crowds.” I murmur to myself, “And he’s still looking at me…”

Niall was now well in front of me, moving further away, but his eyes were still glued to me, his head now rotating to face me.

Harry slaps him on the back and his gaze rips away from mine.

I can’t help but feel sad, now, “Damn…”

I sit down with Erica and watch as she comically keeps her hands over her ears.

Five minutes later, she’s still in the same position, “Erica.”

“What.”

“You can hear?”

She looks up at me, “Yeah…”

I raise an eyebrow at her, “You realize that the crowd went away like, five minutes ago, right?”

She shrugs, “Yeah, but it got me out of work for five minutes.” She stands up and I can hear her joints crack.

I roll my eyes at her, but join her in standing up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

I take off my apron and put it on the counter, “No, don’t go, there’s so many people.” She sarcastically states, while inspecting her nails.

I flip her off and walk toward the restroom.

On the way I take a look around at all of the girls who are sitting in groups, hugging and crying. What’s so fantastic about what they just experienced? They literally saw nothing. They were feet away from the guys they love, crushing them to death, and probably giving Niall a heart attack. Maybe giving all of them a heart attack.

I step into the bathroom and immediately feel myself slam into something.

I land on the ground with a thud. I rub the sides of my legs, immediately feeling sorry for myself.

Seriously. People pee on these floors.

“Sorry about that…” a sweet irish accent greets me.

My head snaps up, and my eyes once again meet the most beautiful eyes that I’ve ever encountered.

“I-I..” I splutter, “What?”

Great, Megan. Now he thinks you’re retarded.

Andddddd, I don’t blame him. Good going.