Juliet P.O.V.
The worst feeling in life is, when you are standing in a weird restaurant looking like a complete weirdo in front of celebrities. Yep that’s it!
“What would you like sirs?” I stuttered AGAIN. Is that sentence even grammatically right? Great! Now I can’t even speak proper English. They all looked at me, very oddly. I hope I don’t look like a creep.
“What would you like?” I asked AGAIN for the twentieth of time. Do these guys even talk or they just don’t like waitresses in general.
“I would like … nothing” one of them said looking very sheepish. Seriously!! Why bother booking a restaurant when you are not freaking gonna order.
“Harry… umm I thought you were hungry” Liam said. Yes I know a couple of their names because my friend’s little cousin is crazy about them and I had help babysit her once.
“Liam this place; made me lose my appetite” Harry replied while looking around with disgust. Ok, I agree maybe our restaurant is not the best looking and it is not in the best part of New York but if you are so posh, why would you come here? Why not go to the upper east side of New York? Surely he can afford it.
Liam looked over to me grimily, like I was some homeless person. “Um I would like some fries”.
“I would like a large chocolate milkshake with large fries and what about you Louis?” Niall chipped in. My friend’s cousin told me he's Irish. Anyone could hear his strong accent.
“Can I please order a …um... the same as Niall and what do you reckon you’ll have?” Louis beckoned towards Zayn.
I looked over to the one next to Louis who looked like a cool DUDE. “Do you guys have spicy fries?”
“No sir” I replied.
Before Zayn could reply, Simon interrupted, “I am sorry boys but I have to go for an urgent Xfactor meeting because you know the issue with new judges and all”.
“That's fine Simon” Liam claimed and all the boys nodded their heads. Then Simon gave me a polite smile and left. LITERLLY left, just like that. All my hopes for any sort of job left with him and I am pretty sure I was watching him go like a STALKER when a certain someone decided to talk.
“Excuse meee…” Harry said while trailing his eyes over to Zayn indicating that I should finish taking his order.
“I would like a strawberry milkshake and yep just that” Zayn said completing his order.
“Ok, that will be ready in about 20 minutes” I replied and was about to turn around when Harry called out for me again.
“Excuse meee…” Harry repeated, in his low British accent that I could barely hear.
“Yea…” I whispered.
“I would like fries for takeaway please” I dunno why but does Harry think that our restaurant contains some sort of diseases or SOMETHING.
“Sir we do wash our plates and this restaurant is certified by the cleaning management from the government”. I heard Mrs Jury say from behind me. I turned around and there she was looking quiet shocked.
“No, it is nothing like that madam, it's just I am not that hungry” Harry said courteously.
SURE he is not hungry, trying to be all ‘NICE’ now in front of adults.
“Is that all then?” Mrs Jury said and they all nodded politely.
“Ok then come inside with the orders” Mrs Jury nudged me and asked me to follow along. I gave the boys one last look and hurried behind her.
Our cook AKA Mrs Jury’s husband was running around trying to prepare the boys order frantically. Mrs Jury was herself frantic. Whereas me, I was just standing around doing NOTHING.
After what felt like hours, I took the orders outside with the takeaway for ‘Mr Hygienic’.
When I left them with their orders, all the boys seemed pretty pleased with it and were having a conversation on football. Harry seemed to be busy on his brand new iPhone while having a conversation and holding his takeaway bag. I SWEAR, even someone who don't know them would have had the impression that they are heavy football fans. I could hear them talk about football from inside the kitchen.
The boys were going to pay the bill but they didn’t because Simon had already payed for them. They all thanked Mrs Jury and smiled at me even ‘Mr Hygienic’. He had a cute smile with dimples and all. Mrs Jury even gave them our restaurant card with the restaurant’s number and address for the future. Oh YEAH they are so going to come back, like in a MILLION YEARS . As soon they were gone Mrs Jury couldn’t wipe the smile of her face. I was really pleased as well because I OFFICIALLY met a real celebrity.
While I was cleaning the table, our restaurant’s phone rang. Is this like the luckiest day in the UNIVERSE for Mrs Jury? Not only did this odd restaurant serve celebrities for lunch but people are actually calling UP. That is just strange.
I picked up the call and answered “Hello”
“You gave me wrong food” I heard a masculine voice from the other end of the line.
“Excuse me” I replied.
“What do you mean?” I hear him again. Is this guy just randomly wasting my time?
“Listen here, you better cut the line because I don’t have time for your fake lies”, I responded angrily.
“First, I know your restaurant is EMPTY and second I am not lying” that person replied.
How does he know that the restaurant is empty? Is this guy stalking me? I looked around the empty restaurant than tried to look outside from the windows. He better not be outside.
“Where are you? You retarded stalker?” I quickly asked him; just to be sure he isn’t stalking me.
“Bloody Hell” he exclaimed.
“Don’t you DARE swear at me!!!?” I said trying to sound brave. I am really getting creeped out even in broad daylight. I have seen enough horror movies where stalkers call people up and kill them in a weird places.
“Listen here, I am not a stalker” he started.
“All stalkers say THAT” I interrupted.
“Can you just let me finish! I am the guy you gave take- away to, just a while ago and I just wanna say that the order you placed in the bag is wrong.” He said clearly. I could hear the frustration in his voice.
That is when I recognised his voice. It was HARRY from One Direction. Oh SHIT, I just gave a wrong order to our ONLY celebrity guest EVER. Mrs Jury is going to KILL me.
“I am so SORRY, you can come back and I will give you the right order.” I hastily asked.
“No that’s fine, I just called to let you know the truth; these crispy onion rings are quite good though.” He answered.
“Cool then enjoy your meal.” I responded.
“Oh I will; just enjoy your day love.” He ended the line after that.
Wait… did he just called me ‘love’. Creep.
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