The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

Who's He???

Chapter 4

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. I reached out a hand to hit snooze button on the alarm clock. I could not find the clock. I bolted up and yesterday's incident came flooding back into my mind. I stared at the floor, now covered in many glass pieces.

I glanced at the clock hanging from the wall and jumped to my feet. 'Shoot!' It was nearly noon. Way too late. I hurried to the bathroom and tried to clean up as best as I could, and pulling glass shard from my hands was not an easy task. The broken mirror pieces around the room had to wait though.

Ms Dean was not happy with my tardiness, but who would not? She glared at me, her arms crossed over her chest as I barged into the restaurant. 'You're late!' She barked at me, in front of all the customers. One thing I hated was humiliation. 'One more time and you're out! Latecomers are not welcomed in my restaurant. Now get to work!' She nearly screamed her head off.

So I ended up in the back of the kitchen, washing the dirty dishes. It was not that bad, if you do not mind the pile of plates that just keeps stacking up, but at least I did not have to moved around so much.

At that moment, Ms Dean walked in again, instead of yelling at me though, which I expected because I had caked the walls with foam, she assigned me to a "special" customer since the other waiters have their hands full. So I just rinsed off the suds on my hands and proceeded to the "Closed Off" section where the place was deserted except for one table right in the middle of the room.

'Hi, welcome to Nandos. May I take your order, sir?' I flashed a big smile.

I would say the boy, he seemed to be in his late teens wearing a red polo shirt and cream capris. He wore a cap over his blonde hair and sunglasses so I could not see his eyes. He had rosy cheeks and when he spoke, he wore a thick accent, Irish if I was not mistaken, and revealed braces.

I quickly scribbled down his order on a small notepad, and I had to say, he had quite an appetite, ordering nearly half of the items from the menu.

When he was done, he pulled out his Blackberry and gazed lovingly onto the screen. Curiosity got the better of me and I accidentally blurted out what was on my mind. 'Whatcha looking at?'

'Hmm, em nothing. I er...' He fumbled with his words and slipped back the phone into his pocket. 'Just someone, she went missing.' He blushed, causing his face to look like a tomato.

'Oh. If that's all sir, then I'll be heading.' He gave a nod and I turned around when I felt him catching my arm. I swiveled back to see what he wanted and he twisted my wrists so they faced upwards.

Gently, he pulled out the remaining sharp mirror shards out of my wrist in which I gave small grunts. 'Who did this to you?' He asked as he worked his way through my cuts. 'Or did you did this to yourself? You should be more careful.' He chuckled good heartedly and used a napkin to wipe off the blood.

'Thanks.' I bit my lip.

Suddenly, he stretched out his fingers and tried to push aside my fringe. I smacked away his hand. No one was allowed to touch me without my permission, or maybe it was because I was afraid he would recognize me as the girl from the newspaper.

'Sorry.' He was taken aback by my reaction. Even though he wore shades, I knew he was still studying my face intently and it made me uncomfortable.

I scrambled back to the kitchen and pass the staff the order. 'Hey, Gillian.' I called one of my colleagues who passed by. 'Could you take my spot for me?' I pointed at the boy. I did not want anything to do with him. But he still managed to leave an impression on me, he was the only one who was nice enough to pay attention to me, and that meant a lot after what I had went through so far.

Gillian readily agreed without any persuasion. In fact, it was more like a gift to her because she ran into the boy's direction squealing and jumping with excitement though I could not explain why. Still, why should I bother? I was trying to make a living here.

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