One Big Disaster [OneDirection] SEQUAL TO ONE MAGAZINE. ONE YEAR. ONE DIRECTION

Starbucks Hottie - Chapter Ten!

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They wheeled me into the operating room, forcing me to leave Alex and the guys. I felt a strange desperation to get out of this room, but fought against it. The overpowering scent of chemicals overwhelmed my sense of smell. I started to cough and gag, but the doctor paid no mind to my suffering.

They inserted an IV into my arm as I continued to gag. Within minutes, the contents of the fluid bag made me feel woozy and tired. Before I knew it, I was out cold, completely unaware of what they were doing to my body.

After what seemed like an eternity, my eyes fluttered open and I regained full consciousness. Everyone surrounded me, tears filling their eyes. Alex was on the floor, heaving for air.

"What's wrong?" I asked, but no one answered. I got up off the small cot and walked over to Alex. I put my hand on her back, kneeling beside her. She was hitting the ground.

Naill dropped to his knees, shaking his head. "No," He whispered. "No."

I threw my hands up in the air, beginning to get frustrated. "Will someone please tell me what's going on?!" I screamed.

Still, nothing.

Alex got up from her position on the floor and began to destroy everything in sight. She was throwing things, kicking things, she even ripped a cabinet door off, and broke a window. She was in a fit of rage.

Liam wrapped his arms around her instinctively and whispered something in her ear. She pushed him away. "They killed my best friend!" She cried. "She's dead! Never coming back!"

I glanced at my bed. There, my very lifeless body lay, as my spirit roamed around the room. My breath hitched. I was dead. I ran over to my body and laid back down, praying that my body would somehow suck my spirit back in it and I would be alive again.

It didn't work. I was gone forever.

I woke up, my breathing at a fast past, and my shirt drenched in sweat. My heart was beating furiously in my chest, confirming that I wasn't dead and it was just a nightmare.

I glanced at the clock; 7:30 AM. Alex would be up in about an hour, so I figured I should go get us some coffee from Starbucks.

It was Sunday morning, meaning Alex didn't have class again today. It also meant my surgery was tomorrow and I was extremely nervous; I never had surgery before. Of course, I wouldn't let anyone know that. 

I pushed the thought of my surgery away and got into the shower. I had trouble, of course, cause Alex normally helped me. I had one freaking hand while the other was hanging out, so I didn't get it wet. Not the most fun time.

After my shower, I turned my blow drier on low - as to not wake Al - and dried my hair. One my hair was almost completely dry, I threw it up in a messy bun. I applied a little bit of eyeliner, some eyeshadow, mascara, and cover up to cover the bags under my eyes. I changed into a pair of white shorts with a cute brown belt, a flower crop top, a brown leather jacket to match the belt, and my white gladiators that Alex bought me for Christmas last year. I grabbed my Vera Bradley wristlet, checking to make sure that my money was in there, and stuffed my phone in the phone compartment.

I rode the elevator down to the lobby of the apartment, setting out to Starbucks. It was about 3 blocks from our apartment. I hummed a soft tune as I enjoyed the sun splashing my face.

I soon reached the Starbucks and stepped inside, the strong smell of coffee filling my nose. I breathed in happily as I walked up to the cashier. I ordered a vanilla latte for myself and an extra chocolate mocha for Alex. I also ordered a piece of lemon pound cake to munch on while they got my drinks ready.

I sat down at the only open table left. I took a bite of my pound cake when a man approached me. He was young, no more than 20, and extremely good looking. His hair was stuffed into his beanie, only a little bit of fringe sticking out.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked smoothly.

I almost choked at how attractive his voice was. "Uh, no."

He smiled, pulling out the chair. "Do you mind if I sit here, then?"

"By all means." I smiled. "What's your name?"

"Jamie." Hot guy, hot name. Go figure. "And yours?"

"Corrine, but you can call me Cory."

He grin grew wider. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Cory." He paused, licking his lips. "I'm new in town. Starting at NYU late."

"Really?" I asked. "My best friend Alex and I go to NYU!"

His face displayed a hint of disbelief, as I'm sure mine did. "What are you guys studying?"

"Al is studied Journalism, while I dance." I explained, but held up my casted arm. "Slight delay, though." I chuckled.

He laughed. "Cool." He held up his hands in defense after realizing what he just said. "Not about your arm, I mean." He quickly recovered.

I giggled - That's right, giggled. I normally didn't do that. What did this boy do to me? I heard the guy call me name, signaling that my drinks were ready. I stood and smoothed out my shorts.

I smiled at Jamie. "It was nice talking with you."

He chewed on his bottom lip, seeming as if he was debating on something. I shrugged it off and turned around, heading for the door. As soon as I was about to push the door open, when a hand came in front of me, doing just that. I glanced backwards.

There stood Jamie, one hand stuffed in his pocket casually, the other holding the door. I grinned him a thanks.

"Hey," He said. "How about I take you out tonight? That is, if you want."

My smiled grew even wider - if that was even possible. I hadn't been on a real date in a year. "Sure!"

He handed me his phone and I added my number. I gave it back to him. He beamed. "I'll pick you up at 8, sound good?"

"Perfect." I stated, walking off with Alex and I's drinks.

Oh, boy. Alex was gunna have a conniption when I tell her about my date with Jamie! I couldn't stop smiling the entire way back to the apartment.

Tonight was going to be great. Or at least, I hoped.