Please Remember Me A One Direction Fan Fiction

Falling At A Coffee Shop

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December 2000 

"Can I have a Vanilla Frappuccino with a slice of coffee cake?" I asked the blonde behind the counter of the Starbucks on 49th. She had the signature hat on and was wearing a little too much make-up on in my opinion but to each is their own. 

"Will that be all?" She had a squeaky voice that rung through my head like the liberty bell was rung for the first time. Uggh. I bet she had family problems. But then again who am I to judge? 

"Ma'am, will that be all?" 

"Yeah. That's all. Oh and can you make it snappy? I got college in 10 minutes." I wasn't trying to be rude I just needed my frappe or all my concentration would be lost through space and time. Joy. 

As I stood next to the counter where you pick up your order I felt a figures eyes burning into the back of my head. Could it be them? After all these years had they found me? 

"Hey Jane. I've been looking all over New York for you." My one and only friend Andy's voice could have been heard all the way in India but he was British so it didn't matter. One thing he told me was when in trouble, fake a thick British accent. 

"Hey Andy. What are you doing in my neck o' the woods? I thought your flat was in Manhattan?" he got me in the habit of saying all these things like flat instead of apartment or drink tea instead of coffee. I mean it's not like I minded since it scored me points on papers and stuff so... 

"Yeah, that's what I've been looking for you for. See, I got put out of the flat and I need a place to stay. Apparently, the tenant doesn't take British pounds anymore so I have no way of paying him." I had gotten my frappe and we were now walking to my purple and white MINI Cooper. I unlocked the doors as I handed Andy the cup in my hand. 

"Well, what about Jones. Isn't she in the U.S. not doing the dirty with everything breathing?" 

"Ya know, besides contrary belief she was a nice person... apart from the fact that she was a whore. Also, no she moved back to France. Said it was a family emergency or something." He was leaning into my passenger seat window with his golden hair covering some of his face.  

"Well, in that case, yes Andy you can move in. Come by later so we can discuss everything. But right now I need to get to college. Bye, love." 

"Bye, Jane and don't hit that..." 

Right as he said hit I ran into the car in front of me. Great, now I'm gonna be late. 

"Real smooth Jane. Real smooth." I cursed myself and punched him in the arm. As we inspected the damage the person I hit got out of their car. He was in a business suit so I knew he wanted my insurance info. Joy. 

"What the hell were you thinking? Do you not know how to drive? You have to back up first then try and maneuver out the spot. Jeez, if you were regular blonde I would think you were dumb but since you strawberry blonde then you must be blind." Well someone got up on the wrong side of the bed. Since me and Andy both were blonde we were a little taken back by his words.

"He- " Before I could talk Andy butted in. 

"Hey. She didn't see you. Don't get your knickers in a twist. I believe it was you who didn't have your lights on. Next time think before you speak as well. You are talking to a lady if I'm not mistaken." 

"Well if it isn't the heroic boyfriend saving his little heroine. Listen kid, I work for very big people in very high places and you don't want to mess with me. Here in the U.S. we don't mouth off to our superiors so why don't you just float back to where you came from and leave me and the chick to big people business?" Oh god. Shit just got real. 

That's when Andy threw the first punch. But instead of it hitting the guy in the suit I was the victim. My day just got even better. 

Now, Andy is no muscle man but he can throw a punch. Or that's what it sounded like cause all I heard was a very thick crunch. 

"Omigod, Jane I'm so very sorry. Are you alright? The guy just shrinked back and used you as a shield before I could stop." 

"Andy..." 

"I mean I had no idea I hit you till you hit the floor." 

"Andy..." 

"I hope this doesn't mean I can't live with you. Cause remember I've got nowhere else to go." 

"ANDY. FOR GODSAKE. JUST SHUTUP AND GET ME A WETNAPKIN!" He looked at me with a weird expression then walked into the crowded coffee shop with a sort of smug look. I guess in all the two years I've known him he's never heard me yell. Well other than the first time I met him which was at a bar but that was because the music was too loud for anyone to hear. 

When he came back he had a couple of napkins and a water bottle. He silently applied the moist napkin to my nose as I leaned my head against the side of the car. By this time the suit guy had fled the scene. This is why I hate yelling. People get hurt. 

"Andy." He looked at me with sad puppy eyes. Shit. 

"Hey, I'm sorry for yelling it's just you kept talking and my nose was sort of bleeding all over so..." 

"It's okay. I understand. Plus, you know how I get in heated situations like that. Oh and I'm sorry for punching you in the nose." 

"That was a good punch but I hope I don't have a crooked nose because if I do my whole Victoria's Secret model face won't be so perfect." Then we both cracked a smile at that one. 

"In my opinion you look beautiful. But to cut the fun short you still have college." 

"Right damnit. I completely forgot. Thanks for reminding me." After he helped me up and into my car we said our goodbyes and I was on my way to Julliard School.