Save Me Tonight (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I awoke with a massive headache. A wet cloth fell from my forehead as I sat up, soaking the spot on the left. I turned opposite the cloth and was staring straight at a sleeping Jonah. His chest fell up and down as he snored. I looked at his face, tan with a chiseled jaw and perfect lips. His body wasn't that bad either, he had some what of abs and his biceps were kind of big. I guess in the looks department he is a solid eight. I gaged at the thought, that's how he lured you in. I never realized how easy it is to just get up and leave while he is asleep. If I had more money than I would, and I would live with Cameron since she is the only one, other than me, that isn't going to school. When will her boss give her that promotion? She doesn't want me to pay rent even though I protest every time she brings it up. That is, if I had enough money to pay rent. My phone started to vibrate, I grabbed it and checked the caller ID. It was my boss, Will.

"Hello?" I said into the device.

"Jen! Your working a double shift today! Remember?" He yelled back at me. Holy shit! I almost forgot! After I apologized and hung up I checked the time on my phone. 11:45am! I had to be there from twelve in the afternoon to twelve in the morning. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet and quick as I can. I did my morning bathroom routine and slipped a black dress on. I'm a waitress so I'm aloud to wear anything as long as its simple and black. At least that's fun.

"Where the hell are you going?" Jonah muttered groggily. I turned around, I was in such a rush that I must have forgot about him.

"I'm working lunch and dinner tonight, order pizza for dinner or something." I spat, quickly putting on powder over my fresh bruise on my temple. My temple, that could have killed me. I shook the scary thought and put my makeup away.

"Whatever, just let me sleep." Jonah gurgled before laying back down. That was surprisingly calm for him. I grabbed my phone and shoved it into my purse as I slammed the door behind me.

The temperature was unusually cold for a mid-July afternoon. The sky was gray, like it was about to rain. I fished around in my purse for my phone to check the time. Three minutes until twelve. Thank god my work is close enough to my house for me to walk. As I approached the restaurant my stomach started to feel queasy. Would if the makeup didn't cover my bruise? My whole life is just lie after lie, I'm drowning in them. As I opened the door I braced myself for a question like, what happened? Or, where did you get that bruise? Thankfully those questions never came.

"You need an alarm or something!" Isabella chuckled while lightly hitting my arm. I smiled at her, I love that she works with me. I grabbed a note pad and a pen and got assigned tables. This restaurant is expensive and nice, I've never been taken to one, I just work in one.

"Please seat those people waiting in the front." Will ordered before running back to his office. He seemed really stressed out, for a boss he is never this bossy. He was telling all the bus people to re-water the flowers and wipe down the tables again and again. This place already looks nice enough, what the hell is his deal?

"What's up with Will?" Isabella asked, as if reading my exact thoughts. I shrugged my shoulder and headed for the front to seat the people waiting.

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"Holy shit, I'm exhausted!" I complained to Isabella. Will is making waitresses help clean dishes, and bus tables, practically clean this entire place. I found it weird, he's never this stressed out for perfection.

"God I know! did you notice that it's mostly girl waitress for dinner today? Also it's the pretty ones." Isabella said while fixing her hair. I guess I never noticed, that's a bit weird.

"Why's that? Also I'm still here so not everyone is pretty." I muttered under my breath. Isabella gave me a menacing glare.

"Jen, your freaking gorgeous so shut the hell up and buy a mirror!" She yelled, her anger out of character. Everyone finds me pretty, sure on the outside, but on the inside my beauty has been destroyed by Jonah. I started to fix my hair in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom with Isabella.

Isabella suddenly stopped, her face was mixed with anger and confusion. I started back in awe, the whole place was empty.

" Will!" Isabella screamed. Will rushed out, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

"What is it Isabella?" He asked, clearly annoyed from her disruption in his work. 

"There is nobody here and we having been trying to make it perfect like there was going to be a huge crowd!" She yelled, her anger escalating with every word. She is usually shy but I guess she finally snapped.

"We have a couple people coming in in an hour and special guests for the private room." Will said before running back to the kitchen. I turned to Isabella, who still looked very angry.

"Special guests? Who the hell could they be?" She asks, directing the question towards me. I shrugged my shoulders, it didn't matter to me, I work in the dining room not the private room. 

An hour passed quickly, Isabella and I joined in on a game of pot basketball with the kitchen staff. The objective of the game is to try and throw the chopped vegetables in the pot of broth. I got the high score, why can't I just live with these people? Once people started coming into work the whole staff started to get excited by who these special guests were. Isabella tried to even look into the reservation book for the private room, sadly Will caught her.

"Jen I need you for a minute." Will whispered while tapping my shoulder. I looked at him, I was in the middle of taking a couples order. He told them Isabella will be they're new waitress before shooing me into the hallway. 

"What is it? I was taking they're order." I muttered, scared at what he wanted me to do. I seem to always be afraid of men.

"The special guests have requested you to be they're waitress. They came through the back door and caught a glimpse of you while I was rushing them across the hall. I stood there in shocked silence. They want me not any other server. 

"Why do they want me?" I asked, Will just shrugged his shoulder and lead me to the private room. The door was closed and before Will opened it for me he gave me a slight smile. The private room is just like the dining room except smaller and had a GIANT table. While I was staring at the art work and furniture in awe I never noticed that the guests were just sitting there wondering what the hell I was doing.

"Hello love, we are ready to order." Came a voice with a thick British accent. I froze, I've heard that voice before. I slowly turned toward the table that had five boys sitting at it. 

One Direction.