Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter One

Edited

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My alarm clock being the loudest most obnoxious thing ever created; goes off and I groan. I struggle to get out of bed, I  worked a late shift last night and I still have to work this morning. Life's a struggle especially if you're just an eighteen year old girl trying to make it on your own. I slightly groan as I get up and travel to the bathroom.

I have to pay rent somehow. Even if it is a crappy house. I take a quick shower and I get dressed in my uniform. It's a simple white collar blouse, black tie and black pants. I'm a waitress at this very popular little restaurant in London; called Exquisites. You can say it's a expensive and high class restaurant.

I was born and raised here in London or more like born and tortured here in London. I never knew who my parents were and I don't want to. Why would I care for two people that abandoned me?

I lived in the Foster care system since I was born until I was eighteen and escaped that misery. I shudder as I remember those horrible years.

I brush out my hair up and put it in a donut bun. Probably the only thing I liked about myself is my brown hair. It's long and at the ends it kinda curls. I also like my eyes, my beautiful brown eyes. My eyelashes are super long and dark. I apply some eyeliner and mascara, making them stand out more.

I look at the clock it's 8:40

Shit I thought I'm going to be late. I grab my jacket, locked my doors and rush out.

I don't have a car. I mean I could barely afford rent and food for myself how could I possibly buy a car. It was a thirty minute walk to work and I roughly have twenty minutes to get there. I'm  going to be late so I began to jog, trying to get to work on time. My feet take quick steps, avoiding the puddles of water. The pavement is wet from the rain last night and I took one wrong step and I slipped.

"Fuck ow." I hit my head my when I landed. There was a pounding in my head but chose to ignore it. I don't have time to worry about my head.

"Are you alright miss?" A strange voice says, coming from behind me. The voice sounded a bit far away from me.

"Yes." I reply. I feel a bit dizzy as I get up from the damp floor. I didn't turn to look up at the stranger so I just kept on walking. The only thing that concerned me was getting to work on time.

"Are you sure it looked like you took a pretty bad fall." He said. Why is he so concerned?

"I'm fine I have to get to work. " I say, still walking away. I didn't even turn around to see who the concerned stranger was. As I turn the corner to the restaurant  I see that it was more crowded than usual. I mean theres an insanely amount of girls out in front, screaming and shouting and  they are so loud I can't make out what they are saying. They are even holding posters too. I try to make my way into the crowd but to no avail, I couldn't get through so I pushed against them. Some gave me glares and others were saying all kinds of profanity to me.

"Carla what's going on?" I asked as I finally managed to enter.

"Oh Rosalie what happened to you?" She asks.Concern fills her bright dark blue eyes.

"Oh I took a fall nothing to worry. So why is this place so crowded? " I ask. Carla is much older than me. But she cares for me like a mother would if I knew how a mother would care.

"There's a boy band here everybody is going crazy." She says. Boy band? Here? I mean I know this place is popular but for it to attract a boy band. Come on. I tie my apron around my waist and check the pockets to make sure I have a pen and my notepad to take orders.

"Who?" I ask, kind of intrigued.

"I don't know." She replies.

"Well I'll start my shift I guess." More money, less struggle for me. I smile at my own comment.

I walk over to my section and go over to the table where four boys are sitting at. They are laughing it up and acting silly. They are oblivious to my presence until I spoke."Hello I'm Rosalie I'll be your waitress this morning are you ready to order?" I ask with a small smile. They all turn to look at me.

"Umm actually we're still waiting for our friend he'll be here any.. Oh here he is." A curly haired guy says. He has piercing green eyes and dimples. He begins to wave his hands up in the air. "Zayn over here." He shouts.

This most gorgeous guy I've ever seen makes his way towards the table. I feel this wave of electricity all over my body. He has tan skin, wears a beany, piercing light brown eyes and long eyelashes. His gaze fell onto me. At that moment it felt like it was the two of  us here. Everything else slowed down around us. It seemed like he was walking in slow motion as he walked past me.

" Hey you're the girl that fell outside. Right?" He says with a coy smile. And takes a seat in the empty chair, next to a guy with blonde hair.

Shit. I thought. I fell in front of a super gorgeous guy.