The Demons In My Head

Chapter 3

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Oh my god...." I moan, smacking my dumb ass alarm clock. I sit up, stretching my arms above my head. The pain in my head making me close my eyes. I can't be hungover, I wasn't even drunk last night!

I climb out of my comfy bed, sad to leave it as I walk to my bathroom. I look in the mirror and almost scream. "Oh my god!"

My makeup smudge, my hair a mess, and I'm still in my dress from last night. Maybe I was a little drunk? I guess I've never drank before, so yeah, two an half coolers would make you a little tipsy.

I hop into a cold shower, waking me up for work. I slip on my uniform Hilary must've picked up this morning and head out the door.

I walk to work today. It's not far, nor is it that cold, but I'm Canadian. I go through the back.

"You must be Taylor! Hi, I'm Eric," a mid twenties man greets, holding out his hand. "I'm your boss."

"Hi, nice to meet you," I smile. Wow I'm glad I took Advil.

"So I here you've worked here before, so no problems then?"

"Nope, I can get straight to work," I answer, hanging up my coat and tuque.

"Awesome, I'll let you get to it then. You're off in four hours, it's a short shift today."

I head to the till beside the other coworker, Ashley, smiling at her.

A few people come to my till, just some people heading into work. Two hours pass, and I get my small break, making myself some tea. I drink it before returning back to my till once my break is over. I count the money we made so far. When I look back up, I nearly faint.

"Nathan?" I ask, my eyes bulging out.

"Taylor? Wow i honestly thought id never see you again. Hi!" he smiles.

"Hi! So what can I get you?"

"Just a tea please," he answers.

I make him his tea and he gives me the change. "Keep the extra," he smiles.

"Thank you so much. Well, have a good day!" I say, but deep down, I don't want him to leave.

He starts walking away, but he stops and turns back around. "Hey, do you think I could get your number? I'd like to take you out sometime."

I just stare at him before coming to my senses. "Um yeah, uh sure, can I have that napkin please?" He hands it to me, and I write my cell number down. "Text me in two hours," I smile as I hand him the napkin.

"Okay, see you," he smiles and walks out, leaving me with butterflies.

I look beside me, to where Ashley stands, with her jaw open. "You know, I don't like boybands, but Nathan Sykes is hot, and I know who he is, and he just asked for your number."

"I know, does he come in here regularly?" I ask.

"Yes, but it's when all of the men work here, holy crap you are lucky," she stutters and returns to her customers as I do the same.

The next two hours fly by. When I finish, I run to the back, grab my things and pretty much sprint to my apartment. When I open it, I hang up my boat and tuque, and run to the couch, turning the tv on to the music channel. I grab my phone and go on twitter, nearly fainting again as I see 'Nathan Sykes follows you on twitter.'

"OH MY GOD! Hilary come home quickly!" I yell in the empty apartment.

Well, I can tell my phone is going to be glued to me all day. I stand up and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a pot off of the shelf and filling it with water. As it boils, I check my phone, seeing a text message. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I read the message.

Hi Taylor it's Nath. We just saw each other like, four hours ago ;) -Nath

Haha! I know, I was there, hi Nath. ;)

I'm just proving to you it's me. So, what are you doing? -Nath

Right now? Making lunch. You?

The sound of boiling over water almost makes me drop my phone. I turn the burner down and slow in a pack of noodles.

Wow you jerk you made my water boil over!

Not my fault ;) pay attention to your cooking! -Nath

When my noodles finish, I dump them in a bowl and sit at the table, my phone beside me. It buzzes with twitter notifications, and text messages. Because Nathan followed me, everyone is following me now, which makes me happy.

How are your noodles? -N

They're fine. I'm surprised actually, I'm a horrible cook!

I'm sure you're not that bad. So listen, about me taking you out...I wasn't kidding. Anyways, the lads and I are staying in a hotel here...I know, strange, but we have a gig here and there's no sense in going home yet. I was thinking we could chill for awhile, and then I could take you to the gig, if that's what you want. -T

I just stare at my phone as I read the words over and over. A gig? WHAT OH MY GOD FANGIRLING.

"I probably shouldn't text him asdfghjkl" I say to myself.

That would be fun, when would we go?

Probably tomorrow, I should go, the lads are here, text me your address when you wake up and I'll pick you up at noon. Bye! :) -N

I put my phone down, trying to hold in my fangirl so I don't choke on my noodles. I put my dishes in the sink, then I run around the whole apartment. I smack walls, throw pillows, jump on furniture, all of this while saying "I have a date with nathan!" over and over again.

"What the hell?!"

Hilary's voice nearly kills me, and I fall off the couch.

"Oh. Um, hi.." I gasp, standing up off the floor.

"Hi weirdo, what's going on? Finally get laid?"

I glare at her and throw a pillow at her. "Haha, actually, I ran into Nathan again and work and he asked for my number. We were texting a few minutes and I have a date tomorrow afternoon, so now it's your turn to find something to do haha!!!" I squeal.

Hilary just stares, her eyes bulged, her mouth open, and her middle finger up. "And you called me a bitch! I set you up with a sexy, famous, British guy. You whore!"

Now I can't wait for tomorrow.

**Sorry this story is starting out kinda slow, the chapters aren't very long either, but it should get better because we are introducing the other four boys soon! Keep reading! Love you all!**