Stolen At Birth (One Direction FanFic)

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Jumping out of bed, I bolt to my closet.

"Shit shit shit! I'm late!"

I woke up super late, so I need to hurry. I can't be late. But I so am. I'm so fired.

I throw on my uniform, and my white convers. Pulling my hair into a tight French braid, I grab my bag and run downstairs. I don't bother with makeup. I'm late. Besides, it's just work. Not a red carpet with the boys. I wish though. That would be so much better than going to work for 5 hours so minimum wage, and having to deal with Cece and whiny costumers. But, who's complaining? Not me. (Note my sarcasm)

I run into the kitchen, grabbing an apple and kissing Mum on the cheek. "Bye Mum! Late! Gotta go!" I run out the door and to my car. Getting in, I drive to the dinner with the apple hanging out of my mouth while my teeth sink further into it, making sure it doesn't fall.

Once I get there I dash inside, throwing my stuff in the break room, I start to clean the counters, acting like I've been here all along.

Peter walks out from his office and grins when he sees me. "Morning Em. Good to see you up bright an early. Your shift hasn't even started yet! Your suppose to start in an hour, but thanks for coming early." He walks back into his office.

What?!

I grab my phone from the pocket of my uniform. Looking at the time, my eyes grew huge. I set my alarm clock wrong. I woke up at the right time.

Idiot. That's what I am. A big fat idiot.

Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket and continue to wipe down the tables.

***

I am now cleaning up all the trash the costumers left behind, but I'm slowly falling asleep. God, why did I have to set my clock wrong? Why? I never deserved this. I sit in one of the booths, resting my head in the palm of my hands.

God I'm so stupid. God I'm so tired.

My eyes slowly seal shut, when I hear a familiar, annoying, high pitched voice.

"Awh. Is poor Emma tiwed? Maybe next time you shouldn't stay up fucking guys." She snaps, evilly, with a chuckle. "That's you, Cece, not me." I stand on my feet, narrowing my eyes at her. "I'm not the skank here." I spat and walk off.

I can feel her eyes shooting death rays into the back of my head, but I don't care. She can't do shit to me. I know she can't. She's all bark and no bite.

The bell on the door rings, telling us there is a costumer. I look up from where I stand to see the one and only, Harry Styles.

"Harry!" I grin, walking over to him, getting to him before Cece can. "Can I get you a table?" I ask. "Yeah, that would be lovely." He mirrors my grin.

I walk him to a table and he sits. I pull out my yellow note pad and pen, as he looks at the menu. "I'll have the chicken salad with crisps." He says, handing me the menu. "And a pepsi, please." I nod, scribbling down his order, then walking to the kitchen window, handing the order to Sal. "Table 5." I state.

"How did your date go?" Sal asks me, starting on Harry's order.

"Huh?" I say, confused.

"I heard that Rover boy ask you out on a date. I have good ears child." He pokes his ear and I giggle. "How did it go?"

"It's River. Not Rover. That's a dogs name." I state.

"And your point is?" Is he calling River a dog? Well then...

I roll my eyes. "It went fine. We had fun." I smile, knowing that it wasn't completely true. But, Sal always sees right through me.

"Liar. Spill." He commands like I'm his pet. I do as told and tell him that River wasn't what I thought and that it wasn't as much fun as I hoped. "You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up." "I know." I agree, sadly. I wish it could've been how I imaged it, but my imagination isn't real.

"How bout that boy?" Sal says, motioning to Harry, his American accent thickening. "Harry? No way! Just friends." Sal looks at me like he doesn't believe me. "I don't like him and he doesn't like me. End of story."

I pick up the plate of food Sal had finished only moments ago, and walk to Harry's table. Placing the plate and drink in front of him, he gives me a toothy smile.

"Thank you, love." He chirps, and digs into his food.

I grin and start to walk away, but he stops me. "Em, you can stay. I'm all alone. I don't like being alone." He whines making me laugh. I agree and sit down in the both, in front of him.

"How's you day going?" He asks, trying to keep the awkward silence away. I only shrug. "Woke up to early. Thought I was late, came, then realized I was early. Now I'm tired." I sigh.

"I could tell. You have bags under your eyes." He chuckles. I roll my eyes and chuckle as well. "Hey, there's this party tonight, and I was wondering if you would want to come."

Party? I haven't been to a party in awhile. "Sounds like fun. Is Cassy and the rest of the boys going or just you an me?" I ask. He tells me that the others are coming and I smile. "Sure. I'll come. Pick me up at 6?" Harry nods and I smile.

I gotta go buy a new outfit. Party time.