Worthless (A Punk Niall Fanfic)

Worthless

"Watch it you worthless piece of trash!" Said the rushed man on his cellphone. "Sorry." I mumbled while tucking my legs up to my chest and resting my chin on my knees. I watched him leave. By the look of his suit, and briefcase by his side, i could tell he was in some sort of business. Why are they always so rushed? Maybe if they walked slower they wouldn't always trip over the homeless piece of trash on the street. I sighed and cuddled the blanket that this old woman gave to me a couple months ago. It was the only thing I had. Besides these rags i call my clothes. I drank the last gulp of my coffee I got early in the morning and set the cup down by my side. Sometimes I wonder why I ran away, at least I would have warm clothes and food to eat despite how they treated me. I shed a tear, which turned into a lot of tears. My crying session got interrupted by someone taping my shoulder lightly. I looked up and saw a man kneeling down beside me. He didn't say anything he just opened up my palm and placed a 20 dollar bill in my hands and closed my fingers over it. He wiped a tear that was on my cheek. "It gets better." He whispered. "God spent more time on you then others. Thank you." I said to him. Then he got up and ran off before I could protest. I clutched the $20 in my small hand and cried even more.

About 10 minutes later, I wiped my tears and and stood up. I wiped off my dirty jeans, and picked up my bag that held some of the belongings I only had. Which included my comb, a picture of my mother, my real one and a locket she left with me before she ditched me.. I walked to the fast food restaurant across the street. I walked inside and all eyes were on me. I put my head down and rushed to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and winced. No wonder people were looking at me funny. My eyes were swelled and bloodshot from lack of sleep and crying, my hair was a mess and so were my clothes. I sighed and searched through my rugged bag for my comb. After dumping my bag out all over the counter, I finally found the stinking comb. I brushed my hair until it was smooth, and wet it under the sink. I walked over to the air hand dryer to dry my hair. I wiped the dirt off of my face and jeans. I looked at my reflection in the mirror; at least i was more presentable than before.. I sighed and grabbed my bag.

Alright no ones giving me dirty looks that must be a good sign. There was no lineup at the counter so i just walked up. "Welcome to McDonalds may I take your order?" The boy behind the counter was very attractive. He had light brown hair, kind of ruffled and messy looking, but in a attractive kind of way. He also had such nice bright blue eyes. I read his name tag. 'Louis.' Suits him well. He cleared his throat. "Miss?" I felt my cheeks redden. "Oh, uh sorry. Can I get a big mac combo please?" I took the 20 dollar bill out of my pocket and played with it in my hands while I waited for him to total up the price. "And to drink?" He half smiled at me. "Surprise me." I winked. I mentally face palmed 'surprise me' i mocked myself in my head. He giggled at me. He has the cutest laugh ever "oh my god." I said out loud. "What?" He said. "Did i say that out loud?" My eyes went wide. "Yeah." He giggled again. "Oh sorry." My cheeks reddened again. "It's fine, and your total is $8.73." I handed him the twenty. And smiled gracefully. He handed me the change. I felt my stomach grumble. Dang, I haven't eaten in days.. I started to get anxious for the food realizing if i don't eat soon i'll pass out.

"Big mac combo." He shoved me the tray. I gave him a small smile as my thank you, and headed to an empty seat by the window. I ate my food slowly because i didn't wanna get sick. When I finished I looked in the bag to see if i could find any straggler fries. There was none. I frowned. But I did notice a napkin with some writing on it. I picked it up.

'call me sometime cutie 234-7383- Louis'

(this is not a real number but if you want to call it for some excitement go ahead)

My stomach dropped. Oh no. I clearly don't have a phone. I'll make sure to save a quarter for a pay phone.. Anyway, I looked at the big clock. '5:34' it read. The sun is gonna set in a few hours. I better get to a shop and buy some water and canned food to last me for a few days. I had $11 left. That should be enough i guess.

I made my way to the convenience store down the street. As i was walking down the street a group of punks were coming my way. With all sorts of piercings and tattoos. I rolled my eyes. I kind of wandered to the edge of the sidewalk hoping they wouldn't acknowledge me. But just with my luck, one of them bumped their shoulders with mine. I gotta admit, it kind of hurt, but the sassy girl i am spending 3 years of my life in the streets, I had to say something.. "wanna fuck off pal?" I said to him and smirked.