Wednesday 8th October
A month. 30 days. 720 hours. 43,200 minutes. 2,592,000 seconds. A month. That is how long it's been since Calum got up and left. Never to be seen again. Leaving nothing but a text, apologising. I'm not going to lie. It kind of hurt, waking up alone. And I'm not going to lie when i say i sort of....miss...him? I'm not sure. I don't know what its like to miss someone... I mean sure we only knew each other for a week, and half of that time was spent with me yelling at him, but there was that one day. That one day when i realised he wasn't so much of a douche afterall. When he came to my house drunk. When he was apologising all night and then i thought, you know, he's drunk he'll forget about this in the morning and he'll go back to his idiotic ways. But he didn't. Thats when i knew. When he woke me up and made me breakfast. From that moment on, i guess i must have developed this, subconscious, crush on him. And when he came over to my house because i was sick, and refused to let me do anything. I guess that was kind of sweet. And when he watched breakfast at Tiffany's with me without a single complaint. I just guess i didn't notice this crush, as I've never really liked someone before. It took me a month of his absence to realise that i liked him. But you know they say, Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And that is exactly how i felt right now. But i miss him a lot. I hoped every night that he was going to come banging at my door, drunk, at 1am, and begin apologising.. But he didn't... I hate it. I hate this. I hate that he has this control over me. I never believed in love or crushes or anything of the sort. And now i can't help but feel this towards him. And knowing that i meant nothing to him, makes it hurt even more. I just wish he could have told me why he left. But of course theres the theory of, I'm just an ordinary girl, he's a world famous rock star, I'm just plain and boring and he's exciting and fun. And of course, he's Calum Hood. He was a jerky, idiotic, player. And i hate him so much for doing this to me.
"Hey Charlotte, you okay?" Ella shook me a little by my shoulders, causing me to return to reality.
"Yeah... Fine.." I muttered as i sat on a little stool, behind the counter.
"Your shift's almost over, don't worry.." She smiled sadly and I nodded, looking at the clock to see it was 9:45pm and my shift didn't finish till 10pm.
"Do you think we could close early?" I sighed hopefully but she shook her head.
"You know we can't Charlotte, just 15 more minutes okay?" She sighed and i nodded. I pushed myself up from my stool and grabbed my apron trying to re-tie it. I kept my head down as i tied my apron, beginning to struggle with it.
"Do you need some help?" I heard a customer ask. Australian, nice accent. Reminds me off Calum. I nodded in reply before coming out from behind the counter so he could tie it. He did and i thanked him before returning behind the counter and finally looking upon the stranger. He looked oddly familiar. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair, which fell across his face, with a red bandanna tied around his head, he wore a 'Jimmy Hendrix' t-shirt with black skinny jeans, and black vans. He dressed like Calum... Damn.
"Okay, how can i help you?" I asked, choking a little on my words to stop myself from crying. He reminded me so much of Calum that it made me want to break down.
"Yeah, my friends should be here any minute but I'll take a cup of tea please." He smiled politely, showing of his clearly indented dimples.
"In or out?" I asked.
"Out please." He replied and I nodded in reply, before turning and making his drink. I heard the bell ring, signalling someone had come in, followed by laughing and loud voices. I rolled my eyes in response to the rowdiness but ignored them and continued to make the customers order.
"Hey girl, can you take our orders please." One of the - who i presumed was - people who entered earlier asked. I helped up one finger to signal i meant 'give me a minute'.
