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

Chapter 5- Winner Ideas, Cheers to That.

Once Niall had walked out of the door I literally came up with a thousand things that I could have done better.

The first being, I don’t know… KISS THE GUY THAT IS LEANING INTO YOUR FACE.

HE. IS. IN. YOUR. FACE. FOR. A. REASON. MEGAN.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

I groan and slide down the wall onto my butt, “I,” I hit my head against the wall lightly, “am,” hit “an,” hit “idiot,” hit, “why,” hit “didn’t,” hit “my,” hit “mom,” hit “abort,” hit “me.”

“Because she knew that I needed a best friend.” Erica slides down right next to me and hands me her caramel ribbon crunch, “if she had aborted you I never would have gotten to see your awkwardness with a popstar first hand.” She laughs as she shakes her head, “I wish I had gotten that on tape.”

I sip at her drink and mumble, “Not helping…”

“I’m not supposed to help. It’s not really my thing.” She shrugs.

“What the hell am I supposed to do about that?” I point to the counter where incident happened, “Seriously, he just up and leaves all of a sudden? ‘Oh, by the way,’” I mock his Irish accent rather badly, “‘forgot to mention that I have plans with me’ lads this evenin’. Gotta’ search for the pot of gold and potatoes.’ Or some stupid shit like that.” With a pouting face I slam the drink on the floor, “We were doing so well!” besides the whole, not talking for a half hour thing, “I don’t know why he left,” probably because he could have had more fun with a cucumber, “All of the sudden we were talking and laughing and then BAM out with the lads.”

“Megan, sweetie, you’re American. You really shouldn’t be saying lads...”        

I hit my head again, “Yeah, that’s what he said.

With the look of pity still across her face, she nods, “Yeah, maybe you should listen to the man who’s worth a billion dollars in net-worth.”

I put my head into the crook of her neck and let out a cry, “WHY DID GOD MAKE ME SO CRIPPLINGLY AWKWARD? WHY DIDN’T ME MAKE ME A SASS MASTER LIKE YOU?”

“There can only be one of me, Megan. If there were more, the world would implode.” She snatches her drink back and sips the rest of it out before leaning over me and throwing it in the sink.

“Killer shot.”

“Cheers.”

“So he didn’t even offer you a ticket to the concert or anything?”

“Nope.”

“Does he even understand how much you need this? DOES HE UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEED THIS?”

“Miss? Can you please just make my drink and stop talking? I’m going to be late for my flight…”

Erica stops working and puts one finger in the air, I can just tell she’s about to get “Sassy.”

“Yes,” I hit Erica on the head and look sweetly at the lady, “We’ll shut up and make your drink.”

The lady narrows her eyes at Erica, “That would be wise.”

Erica narrows her eyes back at the lady but finishes making the drink and puts the lid on. The lady walks away without a spare glance at us and Erica leans over the counter, “What? No tip?!”

The lady doesn’t reply so she just stands back normally and sighs, “Stingy bitches.”

“Why is nobody here today?” I look over the counter to see the almost empty terminals.

“Probably because EVERYBODY has gone to the key arena to see One Direction perform.” She grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me, “WE NEED TO GET INTO THAT CONCERT.”

“We’re here, they’re there. How do we get in there, instead of us being here.”

“We could always…” She looks down at the ground and messes with the strings on her apron.

“What…”

She looks up at me with a wide smile on her face, “I…”

“Oh God.” My eyes get wider.

“Think…”

I take a step back from her, my eyes getting even wider than before, “Oh God.”

“I have an idea.”

I take another step back, I’m now back to back with the counter, “I haven’t even heard the idea and I’m already scared for my life.”

She slaps her hands down onto my shoulders as she looks into my eyes one more time, “I’VE GOT THE MOST AMAZING IDEA ON THE PLANET.”

My face pulls into an intense grimace as she leans into my ear and whispers the plan that was sure to get us into loads of trouble.

Loads, I tell you.

“We look like two dollar hookers.”

Erica shoots me a glare from the side, “We do not.”

“We do, we look like we are out patrolling the corners every night.”

“First of all,” Erica shuts her compact and looks at me, “We look hot. And second of all, we are five dollar hookers that patrol on Fridays.”

I roll my eyes and pull down my dress a little bit—though doing that only makes it easier to access the top area.

To put it bluntly, I was a walking wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.

“Why did you dress me in this stupid thing?”

“Well,” she tilts her head to the side, “We’re two lady-studs—“

“My god you just said lady-studs.”

“If we dress this way and act all cute they’ll have to let us in—especially when you tell them who you are.

“Who am I again?”

“Niall’s girlfriend,” She looks at me, “Duh?”

“I’m not Niall’s girlfriend, though?”

She shakes her head, “I saw the little moment you two had—you may not be his girlfriend yet, but you sure as hell will be.”

“So when I go up to the security guards—if we even get that far without tickets—you expect me to be like, ‘so hey, I’m Niall’s soon to be girlfriend, can you let us in so we can go see him?’”

She gets a grimace on her face, “Okay… Well… YOU STILL LOOK HOT SO STOP FUCKING COMPLAINING.”

“What’s Niall gonna think when he sees me? He’s going to never want to talk to me again and-“ She walks up to me and puts her head close to my face, “If you don’t shut the hell up and compliment yourself, I’m going to smack you and take Niall all for myself.” She lets me go and continues to do her makeup.

“You’re a terrible friend.”

She smiles at me, “I know,” She blows a pretend kiss.

I roll my eyes, “Will you at least finish off my makeup?”

“Of course.” She walks over to me and starts applying some makeup, “Blot.”

I blot my lips and she smiles at me. “You ready?”

“Are you prepared for me to answer that question?”

“Great! Let’s go.”