I was awoken by the incessant mewing from Zero as he paws rhythmically at my cheek. I open my eyes daringly as I fear he will scratch one. The moment he sees that my dreary eyes have lit up, he stands proudly on my chest, mewing persistently. I smile at the small kitten and lift him off of my chest, as I sit up. He burrows his head into my warm chest happily.
As I stand up and place him on the ground he follows me to the kitchen where his food is going to be served. I pull out some milk and pour it into a bowl, for his morning meal. I place some cat food into the milk and with a fork; crush it until it is a smooth paste. Zero gingerly eats the food. Once he is finished i place the bowl in the sink, to wash later, and walk back to my bedroom to get ready for work.
Today is a half day due to the fact tonight we are opening just the bar and Louis Tomlinson is preforming. At the thought of his name, i feel shivers race up my arms. I take a quick look at the floor and pick up my work shirt and pants. Soon, the shirt is on my body and my pants are on as well. I finish getting dressed by placing my socks on my feet and a belt around my waist.
In the bathroom i look in the mirror at myself. My skin is paler than usual, cheeks are sunken in, and my eyes are dull. Not to mention my terrible excuse for hair. I mean it looks okay but the curls look knotted and the ends look just immaculately dead. I pick up the brush and let the bristles comb themselves through my hair until it looks half way decent.
My teeth need brushing so I pick up the toothbrush and spread the paste on the bristles as I let out a loud yawn. I brush my teeth for at least two minutes before i spit and rinse my mouth of the fluoride suds.
Now, i look okay. Not too great but just good enough for work. I make my way to the living room and slip on a jacket and my shoes. I almost forget the apron on the coat rack, so I grab it and pick up the keys and my phone from the bowl on the table by the door.
"Dont make a mess of the house! Stay away from the curtains and the couch!" I yell to Zero as I open the front door. He doesn't understand me. Why do I even bother to communicate? 'Maybe because Im lonely', I think to myself as I lock the door.
I shake my head and proceed out of the complex and to my car. Its not much of car, just a little Celica GT with a few dents here and there from the previous owner. The paint is chipping off and the left side mirror is broken. The interior is in better shape, since I added new leather covers for the seats and replaced the dashboard. Like I said, its not much, but it gets me to where I need to go.
I turn the key on the ignition and get a growling, rattling sound in return. I try to start it again but the same thing happens. After trying multiple times I give up and rest my head on the steering wheel and eventually get out of the vehicle. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and dial Nialls number. Hes the only one I know of who wouldnt mind helping me out.
After a few rings he picks up, "Hey man, whats up?"
I groan out of anger and kick the tire. "My car wont start! Stupid piece of shit." I say the last part to myself as I wipe my hand down my face.
"Me and Liam will be there in a minute. We drive by there anyways." I hear Liam shout in the background that sounded something like 'need to buy a new car'.
"Thanks Ni, and tell Liam th-" He cuts me off.
"Your on speaker. Tell him yourself!" He chuckles slightly to himself.
"I will buy me a new car, when you get rid of that piece of shit stereo you keep complaining about!" I laugh loudly and rest my arm on the car, and my head in the crook of my elbow.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Styles." I can hear his smile in the way he speaks and Niall singing to the terrible radio. "We are turning on to Bullington road, be there in a minute."
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Upsets and Downfalls Larry AU
FanficLouis Tomlinson is one of the most well known singers in the world. Harry Styles is a small town waiter who grew up with Louis. They used to be inseparable until Louis had to move away when he turned 13. Louis is 22 now and Harry is 20. What happens...