Wagon Wheel

Mother fucker record gave me another god damn paper cut." Lavender hissed under her breath as she stuck her index finger into her mouth. Lavender was the girl with the mouth of a sailor and didn't have a problem using it. 

"You know every time you curse you lose your charm?" Lavender's customer, or as she put it her personal stalker, sighed as he browsed through the selection of records that the store just got. Lavender shot a glare at the customers who choose to ignore her death stare, as he continued to blabber on and on. 

"I realized that I probably look like a stalker," Lavender snorted at that line as the customer paused his sentence, and looked her with his bright blue eyes. "But for some weird reason I find you very appealing to me." The customer confessed in his thick Irish accent, if Lavender hadn't been dealing with this guy for the last week she may have just fell in love with his words.

"Look buddy, I don't know what you want. I am not going to let you do any weird things around me. I have dealt with crazy ass people before, my Uncle Dan once showed me how to kick someone ass and I am not afraid to do it. I mean I live in London, I have to be ready for anything. So what's your plan, huh?" Lavender rambled off to the slightly dazed Irishmen; Lavender then slapped the guy in the face.

"Fuck." The guy groaned as he nursed his red cheek, "I am not going to stalk you, Jesus Christ woman. I just want to see if you want to go grab something to eat with me, fuck that hurt." Lavender cheeks flushed, she felt terrible about slapping the guy in the face.

"I am so sorry; I mean you kind of did deserve the slap in the face," Lavender trailed off as she heard the store's door bing. 

"I'll get you some ice okay? What's your name?" 

"Niall." Niall said still rubbing his cheek, Lavender flinched when she caught sight of his redden cheek. 

  Lavender turned on the balls of her feet and went toward the front of the store to deal with another customer.

As Lavender approached she notice a tall man with light brown hair in an small quaff that made her think of Elvis, he wore an tan pea coat, with a grey shirt, gray skinny jean that showed off a large arse, and grey oxfords. In other words he was utterly gorgeous in Lavender's eyes.

"Can I help ya'?" Lavender ask, trying not to faint as the man turned to lay sea green eyes on her.

"Fuck." She mumbled under her breath as she stared at the guy.

"Uh yeah, I'm looking for the new Mumford & Son record, do you have it?" Lavender paused as she looked at the guy in front of her. Turning to her left, she gestured to the large sign that said the band the customer asked for. So beautiful but just so stupid, Lavender thought as she frowned at the guy.

"Louis?" Niall asked from behind Lavender, causing her to jump ten feet into the air. The guy known as 'Louis' smiled at Niall, Jesus  does this stalker know everyone? Louis smile turned into a frown when he caught sight of Niall cheek.

"What the hell happen to you lad?" Louis asked as he walked past by Lavender completely ignoring her.

"Funny Story..." Niall trailed off looking everywhere but Louis fellow, who was staring at Niall with concern. 

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I slapped him." Lavender leisurely stated, leaning against an counter watching at what could only be a gay couple in front of her.

"That peasant slapped you?" Louis demanded more likely than asked Niall, who look slight worried.

"Do not call me Peasant, Peasant." I spat at Louis, who sent me a devilish glare, and marched right up to Lavender's slightly shocked face. He then took his pointer finger and dug it right into the middle of her chest.

"I will call anyone peasant, who deserves it. You have no idea who you are messing with." Louis threatened, Lavender probably did the stupidest move and smirk at Louis.

"I messing with an crude nincompoop who thinks he is Queen of England." Lavender declared in a deadpan facial expression. Louis appeared to be stunned by how quick Lavender was able to sass back at him.

Louis glanced down at her name tag before taking a step back from Lavender. "Well La-vend-er," Louis dragged out her name giving her shivers, "the girl with Lavender hair, this isn't the end of this, we will be seeing each other again and that is a promise."  He then marched out of the store and hopefully out of Lavender life.

"So... how about some tea?" Niall asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Lavender glanced at the Irishman, and then glanced at the door, then back to Niall. After what seemed forever, Lavender smiled   at Niall.

"You're paying."