Diana [One Direction Fan Fiction]

Chapter Two: Off Shift

I checked my dollar store watch as I finished up with a customer. Thirty minutes 'til I'm off my shift. Finally.

A family walked up to me. There was a little girl, about 7 or 8 years old, and a little boy the same age. They appeared to be twins. The woman who looked to be their mother starting ordering,"Can we have one kid's-." "Mommy," the little girl tugged on her mom's sleeve,"What's on that girl's arms?" The little girl pointed at my wrists. At my scars. The mother's face turned as red as a tomato,"I am so sorry about that. She doesn't understand." I nodded. "Mimi,"the mother scolded the girl named Mimi,"We'll talk in the car." The mother finished ordering and tipped me with a fiver for what happened."Ya'll have a nice day," I tried to reply as positively as possible. I mean, the kid couldn't have known....

Last customer of the day. Now, back to my drab life. I ripped off my apron, folded it up and slid it under the counter."Peace out,"I said as I waved to Artie, the cook."Whatever," he replied. Geez. Who crapped in his corn flakes?!

I climbed into the car and drove home. The place was trashed. Either I got robbed or I was so sleepy and sad this morning that I didn't see it. Probably the latter. I strolled around the 1,000 square foot house and picked up all the dirty clothes, depressing poems, and bills I had floating around the shack. I stacked the bills on the table, put the poems in my poetry binder, and walked next door to go wash my clothes. I knocked on the door to Mrs. Peabody's house (my legal guardian),"Hello, Mrs. Peabody," I spoke as politely as I could manage to her,"I've come with laundry." "You know where it is,"she replied. 

Ugh. She must've just lit a cigarette in hear. It smells awful in here. I took a left and walked for a while, till I got to the laundry room. I don't have a laundry machine at my house. My friend, Asia, says we should get one, but I shouldn't listen to her, since no one else can see her except me. 

I opened the door to the laundry machine and stuffed my clothes in. I poured in the fabric softner and went back to my house. That old lady must've been like trying to suffocate me or something. I heard the house phone ring. I answered.

"Hello,"I spoke timidly,"Who might this be?" The voice on the other end sounded so familiar,"Hi, Diana." "How do you know my name?" I aksed, shocked. He replied,"Ok. Remember Niall Horan? That's me. I called your boss and asked for your number." "Oh,"I said, sounding relieved,"What do you want Niall?" He laughed as I spoke,"Wow most girls don't talk to me like that when I tell them I'm Niall Horan." "Why should I treat you any different than anyone else?" I questioned. He thought for a moment. "Here,"he said slyly,"Maybe this will ring a bell:

Baby you light up my world like no body else,

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, 

You don't know-ow-ow you're beautiful."

It was all coming together now. Niall Horan, the Irish One Direction member!"Why didn't you have an Irish accent when I saw you?" I asked, curiously. He giggled as he replied,"Because I like American accents?" I laughed, which is quite rare,"Ok, ok. I'll go out with you. Where do you want to meet?" We kept talking and decided we would go see "Ride Along" together and he would pick me up at 9:00 tonight.

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8:30 P.M. read my watch. I havent been this happy in years. I haven't been on a date in years. This is crazy. He'll never be able to love me for me, though. After they died, no one could. Even April has her moments. He'll just end up taking a piece of my heart, and by this time in my life, there's barely anything left of it. I really hope tonight works out. I'm dressed in the outfit I had on earlier, plus some of my mom's faux pearls. I would think I look pretty good, but then again. I reached for my concealer, the only makeup I owned. I lightly rubbed some onto my forearms to cover up the scars. No, I said to myself. Just no. If we're going on a date, he's going to see the real me. No "conceal don't feel" crap. Just me.

The doorbell (one of the few working appliances in this house) rang. In walked the, admittedly, cute boy with the blue eyes. You could get lost in eyes like those. But, last time I was lost, it didn't end well.

 He found me in the living room, grabbed my hand, and spun me around. Well, he's one with the ladies. I really don't want this to end. Maybe I'll just keep a jacket on so he can't see my scars. Yup. I motioned for him to grab my black, raggedy (yet chic) jacket off the couch. He handed it to me and I put it on."Well," he spoke happily,"What are we waiting for?" And with that, he pulled me out the door for my first date in six years.

"M'lady,"he sarcastically gestured to the limo waiting out front. Whoa! I could get used to this. I walked down the driveway and he rushed in front of me to open  the car door.

I climbed into the car. The man driving the car looked familiar,too."Is that-?" I whispered in astonishment as Niall cut me off,"Yes. That's Zayn Malik. Zayn, Diana. Diana, Zayn. Now step on it, Zayn! We can't miss the movie!" Zayn nodded. They must've had a loooong talk on the way here about how to behave because 99% of the guys I know would tell Niall not to boss them around. Then again, these guys aren't like that 99%, exactly.

Zayn drove for about twenty minutes. For those twenty minutes, Niall and I talked. He asked me my age and I told him I was 18. I asked his middle name, which is apparently James. James. That's a cute middle name. I think Niall might just be the one.

We pulled up to a curb, where Niall got out and opened up the door for me. I stepped out, only to almost stagger backwards. The expensive movie theater! Regular tickets here were like thirty bucks, but the popcorn's amazing! I could seriously get used to a life like this.

We wlaked into the theater, paid for the tickets, then sat down for the previews. Niall sent Zayn to get the popcorn. By the time Zayn walked back in, the movie had already started. He sat down next to Niall, and Niall shot him an "I-don't-want-you-hear glance". Zayn got the memo and moved, right as Niall put his arm around me, and, I will admit, I was actually having fun.