Lost in New York {5SOS}

Chapter 1: I'm Late!

I can't believe this is happening.

My first job offer and I'm running late... What would my mom think? God, could I be any more cliche? I'm just glad that my job allowed me to dress in any way I wanted. Being in the fashion industry had it's perks. But, if I didn't catch this subway on time, I wouldn't even have a job to be gloating about!

My foot nervously tapped while I was waiting for the subway to show up. It's ten minutes late, and since I was already a little behind due to wardrobe malfunctions (I couldn't find my shoes, go figure), now I was even falling further behind. I clung onto my cardigan and wrapped it around me as I sighed in relief. The train was finally here.

I grabbed my things and walked into the train, finding a seat, and plugging in my earphones so that I could drown out all the nonsense around me. I could feel people staring at me, and I knew why. I looked different then they did. Red hair, red lips, black tights underneath my denim shorts, Rolling Stones shirt, beige cardigan. But I'm pretty sure my black platform looking shoes pushed it over the edge. I just closed my eyes and forgot about it. I liked my style and so did the fashion magazine.

I was meeting a designer and an editor at a club tonight. So, when my stop came, I practically ran off the train and onto the streets. I was looking for the club, but there were so many... I didn't even know where to begin looking.

I got out my phone and tried using the GPS, but it just led me to an old bar that WAS NOT the club. I walked in, looking like this, got cat calls and hungry eyes preying, and I got freaked out and left.

I tried plugging in another address when someone bumped into me.

"Come on, now. Look where you're going."

I looked up to see an old man staring at me.

"I'm so sorry. I'm just lost..." I backed away from him as he just shook his head at me and left. He was the one that ran into me. He could have been paying attention too.

"Jackass." I muttered under my breath.

I turned around, and ran into someone, yet again. But this time, I was knocked to the ground.

"It seems like you're having a lousy day."

A heavy Australian accent was there, and it was so unbelievably attractive, I had to look up.

"You alright there?" He asked.

His features were so familiar. Brown shaggy hair, beautiful eyes, dimples, great taste in glasses. I knew who he was. Who didn't know who he was?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." I took his hand that he was offering and let him help me up.

"Sorry about that... it's been that kind of night." I laughed.

"I have those all the time." He laughed with me.

"I do too, and I thoroughly wish that I didn't." I laughed, trying to hide my anxiety behind my tardiness.

"Well, hey... Today is just one day. It all gets better eventually, ya know? You just gotta keep your head up." He smiled at me.

I just smiled at him, and he smiled at me and I felt... I have no idea what I felt. I was just glad that he wasn't yelling at me for wasting his time.

Crap... Time.

"Well, I'm late... totally late. So, sorry again, and it was super nice to meet you." I said, blabbering. I didn't want to make a fool in front of him. He was a musician, for heaven's sake.

"It's okay. Maybe I'll see you around some time." He said laughing, and walking away.

Part of me wanted to grab him and beg him to help me find this club, but the other part knew that he would figure I'm just a crazy fan that didn't know my boundaries. I stuck with the "crazy fan theory" and began trying to find this club once again.