The Memory (The Wanted Fan Fic.)

16 I Feel Like Dancin

I woke up and found a bunch of clothes on the end of the bed. I put on anything, not really caring. When I finished getting ready, I remembered I was suspended. What the hell? I could've slept in. Then again I have to get my car anyways.

I walked to Cordelia's room and knocked on the door. She answered it, only wearing a robe.

"Why are you dressed? It's like seven in the morning," she moved her blonde hair out of her face.

"I wanted to go get my car," I gave a pouty face.

"Give me five minutes," she muttered.

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We pulled into the school parking lot. By this time everyone was already in first period, a few walking in late.

Cordelia dropped me off by my car and I got out. Oh how I missed my car. Thank goodness it didn't get towed or vandalized.

Once I got settled inside I blasted Radiohead and began to follow Cordelia back to her place. Man, this sucked.

I just wanted to be back at my place, but at the same time I didn't.

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Friday.

"Bye Cordelia!" I yelled running down the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" she appeared at the top of the steps.

"My job," I answered.

"Since when do you have a job?"

"Nathan's dad hired me at his music shop like a week ago. First day today."

"Are you sure you're telling the truth?"

"Yes," I groaned.

"I'll drive you," she offered.

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I felt like a kid. At this rate I don't think I'll ever earn her trust back. She pulled up to the music shop.

"Would you like to meet him too?" I asked bluntly.

"No, I have places to be. Good luck," she smiled.

With that I left the car. To be honest I was nervous. I hope I was dressed okay.

Once I stepped inside, I was greeted by Harry, Nathan's dad, also my new boss.

"Hi Hayley! So I know you didn't know so it isn't your fault, but the workers have to wear a certain shirt," he pointed to his.

"Do you have any left?"

"Yes. I'll be right back and then you can just change in the bathroom."

So I waited. It wasn't that busy today either. Cool. This should be easy.

"Here you go!" he handed me the shirt and I made my way to the bathroom.

After changing I went back out. Unsure of what to do I tried looking for Harry.

"Hi!" a girl came up to me. She looked like a freshman. "I'm looking for a specific album."

Shit. "What is it?"

"Arctic Monkeys."

"I like your taste. And uh..."

"All the alternative music is in that corner. It's alphabetically placed also. Should be one of the first rows," Nathan answered.

"Thanks dude," the girl walked off.

What a relief.

"Hi Hayles," he greeted.