It's Gotta be Him

Um.. Wow

"Ready?" Cat turned the radio down quickly, gazing out at the packed main street. Gabbie was freaking out beside her, practically hyperventilating. They crawled past the enterence to Blueberry Scissors for the fourth time, and saw a disguised Niall waving his hands at them- he was probably wondering why they didn't take any of the parks and, you know, get out of the car. "I'll do one more lap, okay. ONE. Then you have to get out."

"What?" Gabbie's hands were shaking. "Cat, I can't do this! I'm freaking out here! Freaking out!"

Cat smirked. "Gabbie, lets think about this," They turned onto the next section of the block, already only a street away from Blueberry Scissors. "You don't get out, Harry is heartbroken, the entire world stalks us for EVER. You get out of the car, Harry falls in love with you, you make cute little babies, and I get to live a happy, normal life." She raised her eyebrows at her friend.

Gabbie sighed. "I don't want Harry to be heartbroken." She released her vice grip on the door. "And who said anything about babies?!"

Cat laughed, pulling into a parking space, right outside the enterence to the Cafe. "I like how that was the second thing you took away from that speech." Cat looked at her watch. "It's time, my friend."

Gabbie gulped, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "Ar-are you sure you don't want to do this with me? Like, go on a date with Zayn or something? Niall?"

Cat snorted, shaking her thick hair out of her eyes. "Bro, I have to work. Like, right now. So get your tiny arse out of this car!" She leaned over Gabbie and forced the door open. "Now, get out, or I'll push you out, onto the dirty street."

Gabbie rolled her eyes, but complied, getting out slowly. She fixed her shirt, of it hung off her skinny body in a decidedly sexy manner and pulled up her skinny jeans, pushing the ends down past her ankles. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, tucking stray bits behind her ears.

"Hurry up!" Cat whispered angrily. "People are already starting to recognise us!"

And true to her word, girls of all different ages, were pointing and shrugging, looking totally lost at the sight of the girls standing on the street. Some were talking on phones, having heated discussions, others were taking pictures. Gabbie's blood ran cold and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks, but ignored it as best she could.

She slammed the car door and Cat winked at her, before walking around to the back enterence. Gabbie watched her go, taking a deep breath before slamming her own car door. Cat never left anything in her car of worth, and it had so many dints that she didn't think anyone would bother stealing it. She'd never locked it, and true to her beliefs, it was always still where she left it at the end of her shift.

Cat skirted around the back, and checked on the manager, in her office. Just like every other time Cat worked, she was leaning back in her chair, snoring like a jumbo jet. Cat shut the door and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Darlin'," Ted, the Kitchen Manager/head cook, smiled toothily at her. He was around sixty, grand father, husband and father to very nice people, that Cat had met a few years back.

"Hey Ted. Sorry I'm late." Cat grabbed her apron, tiying it around her waist quickly. "Gabbie couldn't come in today- did you get my message?"

Ted waved his phone at her. "Still can't reply though." He nodded to the order pad. "I couldn't get a replacment, so your working the floor and the register. I already clocked you in too." He smiled, tipping his imaginary hat at her.

She laughed. "Thanks Teddy."

"Any time, sweet heart." He said, as two english style breakfast muffins popped from the comercial toaster beside him.