Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"Hi! My name is Alison (and I love you Harry!)"

Okay maybe, just maybe, I overdid it a little. It’s been twenty minutes since I saw the boys at Cliff Awesome, and I haven’t seen them looking for me since then. Now, you’re probably wondering to yourself, ‘How did the awesome Allison Miller overdo this simple assignment?’ Well, I may have given too much information away and maybe they were on to me. I mean maybe they weren’t even looking for me. For all I know, they could’ve taken my directions and gone back home. What if they were just giving each other those looks, deciding where to get something to eat at night? And then me being the stupid one, told them were I would be going the next hour and now they would never let me stay with them! Oh god I really did ruin it this time! I ruined my second chance and I really don’t think Fate would give me a third chance.

What to do, what to do?

The options are still available if I decide to take them…

I could always go for the Daisy McFlower option, but I still need someone to make me a fake passport. Oh what if I-

“Excuse me Ms. Can I take your order?” the girl at the register said. I looked at her and cringed when I saw her face. She was your typical Barbie princess. Blonde hair, blue eyes with way to much mascara and eyeliner. She had way too much blush and her lips had three different kinds of shades of pink on them. She also had this really fake tan on that made her look like a wannabe oompa loompa. Then I noticed how she rudely interrupted me from my thoughts

She didn’t know you were thinking about where to run away idiot!

Shut up and let me have this moment!

“Um, I’ll have a caramel hot chocolate please.”

“Size?” she then popped the bubblegum flavored gum that was in her mouth.

“Small.”

“Name?” she popped it again. Did I mention how much I hate it when people do that! Hello, it’s rude!

“Al.” She raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a ‘are you kidding me, what kind of name is that?’ look. I made a face at her and silently glared. Well let’s just see what her name is shall we? I stared at her before my eyes trailed down to where her nametag was and almost chocked on my own saliva.

Alison. With one L.

“Okay.” She sighed. I gave her my money and she then proceeded to make the drink. I took this time to notice what she was wearing. Of course she was wearing pink, but the apron she wore covered most of it. Her skirt was way too short and I’m pretty sure she was wearing a double bra but I could be wrong because I kind of do see little tissues coming out of it. Wow. I really hope she trips on her 6 inch pink stilettos and spills coffee everywhere. Who is this chick anyways? Oh yeah, she’s Alison.

While Barbie over there started making my coffee, I went and sat down on one of the tables they had. I’ve never really been to this place before. Like I said, I just came here to give the boys a hint if they actually decided that they would look for me. This place wasn’t half bad. If only Barbie wasn’t here, this might end up being my new favorite place. If only…

“Al!” Barbie screamed, telling me my drink was ready. I cringed at the sound of her voice and stood up and went to the front of the store.

Just when she was about to hand me my drink, the door opened making the little bell on the top of the door sound, making Alison (Barbie) look away from me and look at the door, making her jaw drop open and her eyes go wide, and spill my perfectly made coffee all over the counter.

“No!” I said “She was so young!” then I got on my knees so I was eye level with the counter and examined the spill. I looked up and glared at Barbie whose mouth was still open, eyes wide, and she was looking in the direction of the door. I even think her gum fell out!