Taylor's POV.
I sat in Starbucks and sipped my coffee, one hour to go until the next, and last, train of the night leaves the station. It was 11pm and so far I'd managed to miss all the other trains. Well done, Tay, I thought. If I missed the next one, I'd be stuck here until tomorrow. Which would suck as I didn't have a place to stay, or any money for a hotel, OR a family member or friend to come and pick me up. I sighed, wrapping my hands around the warm mug, letting the heat warm me. Winters in London are FREEZING, especially at night when all you have on is a thin jumper, jeans - with holes in the knees, may I add - and Toms. Yes, Toms. That means no socks, what a joke. Oh, and also, the only reason I was allowed to sit in Starbucks at 11pm was because I worked there earlier that day, and literally had no other place to go. I didn't bother locking the door because I didn't have many lights on, just one, the shop practically looked closed anyway. Little did I know...
Half an hour later, I heard a noise. My head snapped up in the direction that it came from, a man standing at the door, turning the handle. I jumped up quickly, alarmed. At first I thought he was going to try and break in, I went over to the door nervously.
"We're closed, sorry," I said through the glass, making sure I mouthed the words correctly so he could understand. He continued to stand there so I opened the door a tiny bit.
"Sorry, Sir. We're closed." I said, emphasising the word closed. Was he trying to be annoying or was he just dumb?
"Come back tomorrow." I started shutting the door when he put his foot there so I couldn't. Ok, now I was scared. Well more like freaking petrified. He must have noticed the look on my face before chuckling loudly.
"I'm not going to hurt you, miss, but I'm sure you can make SOME exception." He spoke with authority and quite strictly.
"Well...not really. I'm sorry." I tried shutting the door again.
"Ok look, here's the deal. I have some very important people here, they just want some coffee and then we'll be out of your hair. Ok?" I hesitated before opening the door, the only reason I did so was because I was terrified of him and didn't want to end up dead, to be honest. He signalled to his left and then stepped into the shop. I took this time to turn all the lights on, and when all of his friends, - or very important people, - who I didn't look at were in, I locked the door. Preventing more people. When I looked around at the 'VIPs' I saw that they were, in fact, quite important. And that standing infront of me was 5/5 of One Direction. Woah.
