You're My Diamond in the Rough

Chapter 1

So here is the first chappie of a little book I call You're My Diamond in the Rough. How did I ever think of such a wonderful title you may ask? Well I was simply sitting in my room, bored as can be, when Chloe by Emblem 3 comes on my shuffle. So I was jamming out and singing at the top of my lungs since no one was home, and then it hit me! I should write a story about One Direction! I wasn't new to the whole Wattpad world because I've read stories on here for a year or two now and I've guest wrote on some of my friends stories but that was never enough for me. I wanted more, but never had the time or the effort to actually start my own story. Well look at me now! I used to write for my school newspaper but had just so many sports and homework that I didn't have enough time to fully commit so I had to quit! Then comes my freaking English teacher who refused to give me an A on a paper so every grade on a paper would be an 89% exactly, no matter what! So now I'm proving you wrong Mrs. Byrne! I'm going to write this story and people are going to like it! Yaaa sorry bout that....kinda went off on a tangent. I will try to update as often as I can, but please do understand that I have a life and school and sports that I have to put first so I hope I can update at least once a week, hopefully more and I'm a big perfectionist so everything kinda has to be perfect...Okayyy, I've dragged this on for long enough so here's the story!

P.S. I'm American, so if I get any British slang wrong, I'm really sorry and just correct me!

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Brigit's POV

I awoke with a start to an annoying beeping sound screaming next to my head. My eyes groggily opened, and I blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings. Numbers flashed bright on my face as I squint my blind eyes at the phone laying next to my head.

"Shit!" I scream out loud when I realize that I overslept my alarm. I sorta, kinda, may have hit the snooze button three times, but in my defensive I was tired! I was up all night (he he) studying for my mid term exams today. Kicking my butt into high gear, I rushed around my tiny apartment that I shared with my best friend, who was no where to be found. Surprise surprise. Shannon was a bit of a party animal and had a knack of sleeping on random guys couches.

Seeing that I only had about 10 minutes to get to my job at our campus coffee shop, Java Jump, I basically ruled out showering, since I normally took 30 minute showers and there was no way that I could dry my hair that fast. Concluding that it was necessary, I sprinted to my closet, only to trip over a big stack of books I had lying in my path of pursue.

"Fuck!" I yelled again. I did have a bad habit of cussing a lot, but I would only do it when no one else was around. I guess I should tell you a little about myself. The names Brigit Payne, no relation whatsoever to Liam Payne, and I am a bubbly, quirky, and loud university girl who is living her dream studying to become a mechanical engineer in no other place than London, England. You see, I was originally born in America, to a suburb town just outside of New York. Even as a kid, I was fascinated by the lull of big cites and crowds, a place where you could meet someone new every 5 minutes!

Hmmm, appearance wise, I wouldn't say that Im butt ugly, but I'm defiantly not the prettiest. I have long, strawberry blonde hair that's curly when I don't straighten the crap out of it and a few freckles are scattered across my nose. I like fashion and stuff but I'm really sporty and would wear sweats anyway over a dress, but I have to dress nice for work. I play fútbol for my university team and am one of the top scorers. My eyes are my favorite feature because I inherited my dads bright, crystal blue eyes that people say they can get lost in. The one problem that I have is my common sense. You see, I am very, very, very smart, like I scored a perfect 36 on my ACT and are on a half scholarship, but I don't have hardly any street smarts so I come off as really dumb. It doesn't help that I'm clumsy either. Well, now you know a lot about me, creepy......

As I finally get off my butt and hustle my way over to my large closet. "Nows the time that I'm thanking my coach for all those sprints we did up and down the soccer field." I mumble to myself as I whip myself inside the closet in record time.

I hurriedly grab a pair of pale pink jeans, a white, flowy tank, and a pair of floral Doc Martens. As I hop around the room, trying to squeeze into my jeans, I hear my phone ringing. I decide to ignore it, hoping that it wasn't anyone or anything important.

I finally got my clothes on, slid on my shoes, and sprinted to my adjoining bathroom. There, I threw my hair in a messy bun on top of my head, slid on a floral headband, swiped on some mascara, brushed my teeth, and put on some lip gloss, all in a matter of about 3 minutes. Down the stairs I went, two at a time until I had reached the bottom. As I flung myself out the door, grabbing my purse and phone on the way, I decided that it would be faster to just run than hail a cab in the morning London traffic.

Sprinting down the streets of London, I hoped that I won't be late again because this wasn't the first time that I had overslept. I needed this job to pay rent and food, since I didn't exactly have support from home to do that, but I won't bother you with that back story just yet. Not paying any attention to where I was going, I crashed head on with some guy about my age coming out of Java Jump.

I screamed as the hot liquid was launched from his hand, onto my shirt and arms. I was drenched in what tasted like a vanilla latte and a string of not so nice words left my mouth. As the burning sensation finally stopped, I was met by a hand right in front of my face.

"Oh gosh! I'm so so so so sorry! I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going and I didn't see you and" but a male voice cut me off before I could finish my rambling. Yet another one of my many problems....

"Love, it's fine! I wasn't watching where I was going either. Are you okay?" a thick Irish accent asked me.

I finally looked up with my cheeks bright red, only to find the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen in my life staring down at me. He wore a blue SnapBack, Raybans, and a Chelsea fútbol jersey. His hair was quaffed up in the front and had blonde tips, obviously dyed. I shyly took his hand and his muscles rippled when he pulled me up.

"Yum..." I thought to myself, but my thoughts were interrupted when the coffee shops door tinkled open and Matthew walked out. He took one glance at my hand that was still in this mysterious boys and jealously flashed through his eyes. I dropped the blondes hand and dropped my gaze, avoiding his eyes. He reached my side quickly and snaked his arm around my waist, giving a cold stare over his shoulder, and planting a huge kiss on my lips. Oh ya. I guess I forgot to mention that I had a boyfriend......

As my lips were roughly smashed against my boyfriends, I glanced out of the corner of my eye once again at the strangely beautiful boy. His shielded eyes locked with mine, or at least I think they did. I started to shove Matt off in protest, realizing what his motives were behind the snog fest. As I finally got him off of me, I saw the boy already walking away in the opposite direction.

"Wait!" I called out to him, hoping that he would stop. "Let me buy you another coffee!"

He did stop, but only for a split second to turn around, send me a lopsided grin and a wave, then spun back around and was off on his way. I was surprisingly disappointed, but I wasn't exactly sure why. I just felt a connection to this boy that was weird. I simply shook it off and returned my attention back to Matt. He was looking at me with a slight grimace sketched across his face.

"What?" I snapped at him. He just pointed to my coffee stained shirt and trotted back inside. I looked down only to see my bra had been exposed from the wet liquid and I quickly crossed my arms over it. I hustled inside and thankfully saw Shannon sitting behind the counter, looking into a small mirror fixing her lipstick.

"Shannon!" I said and her head snapped in my direction. She took one look at my embarrassed facade and my crossed arms and completely lost it. A bubble of laughter burst out of her mouth and she made her way from behind the counter to my side, pulling me into a hug.

"Hold on sweetie, I have an extra shirt that you can wear." Shannon told me, still giggling. She ran behind the counter and threw me a black T-shirt. I ran to the employee bathroom, did a quick switch, and strutted back out with my ruined shirt shoved in my bag, which I threw down on the seat behind the counter. Walking up to my hook and grabbing my apron, I soon forgot about the mysterious boy and focused on my long day at work.