The Bad, The Good (One Direction) Short Story

Chapter 3 Harry

More and more people come in. Boring old Saturday. Usually I'm out doing something crazy and stupid, but no. Today... I work. I look at the lady who has been here for an hour.

"Welcome to McDonalds, can I take your order?" Ding! More people come in.

"No. I'm still decideing. Give me a minute." She holds up a finger and stares at the menu again. Geez. How long will she be here? Ding! More people.

"Ma'am, can I take your freaking order?" I ask annoied by the fact that she is still here. Dong! Hey! Costumers are leaving.

"Excuse me little missy, I am a customer. You can wait a while for me to order."

"You're holding up the freaking line." Ding! Dong! Dong! I cant take it anymore. "Yo Lady! Freaking order or get your butt out here!"

"Ariana." I turn to my "boss". Boss... she don't own me! "Your fired!"

"Yes! Thank you! Finally!" I jump over the counter and hug the nasty lady. "Hallelujah!" I yell. I turn to my ex-boss. "Ill need my paycheck for the week." I hold out my hands and wait for her to bring me the money. She slams down?$50 in my hand. I run out that prison and start celebrating like anti idiot. People who walk by stare at me either laughing or concerned.

I walk down the sidewalk as happy and energetic as ever. I see a hobo and I quickly sit next to him. "Hi. I'm Ariana. And you are?" I ask the hobo man. He looks about 25. Hes dirty and gross but has a friendly face. I bet if he cleaned himself up, he would look pretty nice.

"Bobby. But you can call me Bobo. That's what everyone else use to call me." He holds out his hand and I shake it.

"Bobo the hobo. Ill try to remember that. Anyway Bobo, I'm really happy right now. So here is $50. Now, dance like a wild monkey with me." I stand up and hold out my hand. He looks confused but then takes me hand and stands up with me.

"But there's no music." He says pointing to the sky.

"There doesn't have to be. Just think of a song that makes you want to dance." I do a little shimme and he laughs. We both just dance on the curb looking like idiots. We do the sprinkler, running man, ect. Some random tourists join in. We were just dancing there.

Once there was about 200 people, I feel a tap on my arm. I turn around to see the five faces. The five faces of One Direction. I moan and roll my eyes then dance through the crowd to get away from them. I look back every ten seconds to see if they're still on my trail. Louis, Niall, Zayn, Harry. I guess Liam just gave up and danced.

I look back again. Louis, Niall, Zayn. There goes Harry. Louis, Niall. And now just Niall. Why is he following me? Just because he has seen me once and we had a good conversation? Is it because I'm attractive? I laugh at myself. I'm too funny sometimes. I stop and stand there watching him dance his way to me. I laugh at some of his rediculous dance moves.

"So nice... umm... dance thingy." Niall gestures to the people dancing.

"Its more of a celebration. I got fired." We keep on dancing for no reason.

"Yeah I know. We were there." I give him a confused look. "We were hungry so we went to McDonalds. Once we got there, we saw you getting mad at that woman. Once you ran outside, we followed you here." He explains to me.

"Followed me here? That wounds pretty creepy. Should I be scared?" I ask him.

"I don't know. Ask me later." He flashes that bracey smile at me. He is too much of a good. After a couple seconds of silent dancing, he finally speaks up. "You know, this is going to be all over the news."