Shit Happens (1d fanfic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I attempt to flip the oversized pancake, failing. It hits the ground with a *plop*, leaving me to vacantly stare at it, willing for it to jump back into the skillet.

I sigh when it doesn't, picking it up, only throw it away. I pour the last of the batter into the pan, as I wait for the pancake to cook, I stir my scrambled eggs.

I finally finish plating everything, calling for Trent and Addy to come down for breakfast.

As I shovel my first forkful of eggs into my mouth, I hear multiple grumbles and stomps from the stairs. I laugh at their sulking figures, they are definitely not morning people.

"Bon appetit." I encourage in a French accent, I love being multilingual.

"What is it?" Trent mumbles tiredly, simultaneously rubbing his eyes.

"Avgá kai tiganítes." I speak fluently, having said 'eggs and pancakes' in Greek.

"Show off." Addy rolls her eyes at me, grabbing a plate full of food.

*****

I listen to the clinging of plates in the sink as I watch my favorite news channel.

"The word has been spread of One Direction's return to London. In fact, they were spotted last night at a club-" I change it to a different station, the only real difference being that the reporter is now blonde instead of brunette.

"Niall Horan was seen-" I keep changing the station, hoping to find one that is not reporting on some stupid boy band, to no avail.

I sigh and decide it's time to leave for work, it already being 8:30.

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I honk my horn at the loser in front of me, they probably think just because they have some expensive red Porsche they rule the road. Well, they would be wrong.

"If you don't hurry the hell up I'm going to rear end you, moron!" I yell out my window, I'm usually not this cruel but if they keep it up I'll be late to work. Unfortunately, they barely speed up, literally giving me a headache.

I switch on the radio, flipping it to the Spanish news station, "Una dirección fueron vistos en un bar la noche anterior, las fotografías de Harry Styles smashing-" (One direction were seen at a bar last night, photographs of Harry Styles smashing-)

"Tienes que estar bromeando!" (You have got to be kidding me!) I nearly scream, slamming the radio off button so hard I am pretty sure I broke it.

I angrily pull into the car lot, hurriedly racing inside, where I am sheltered from the cold morning breeze.

I hop over the cash register, grabbing a Milky Way from under the counter. They're technically Melanie's but she's not here so, whatever.

I leave my position at the register in order to flip the sign so it reads 'open' rather than 'closed'.

*******

I lazily check the clock, praying it's lunch time. 1,2,3, yes! The clock makes a loud ding as the hour hand reaches the twelve. I start to walk towards the back of the store when the bell dings, indicating a customer came in. I turn around, about to help them when I realize who it is.

"No, no, no! This can't be happening to me right now.." I curse under my breath, my hopes of this not being reality crushed when the Irish accent rings in my ears.

"Can you help me with my guitar?" The blonde haired, blue eyed boy asks, I just say the first thing that comes to mind.

••Niall's POV••