Saturday is usually a great day for teenagers on this planet. Not for me. I woke up the next morning in an empty bed. BEFORE SIX THIRTY! Which was even worse. My outrage continued when my darling mother decided to wake me up again at quarter-past-seven.
So much for great parenting.
"As much as I love you, Mum, can you not wake me up so early on a Saturday?" I asked groggily as she opened my blinds.
"Sorry, honey. I'm going stock hunting today and I need you to be on front desk."
"Oh. In that case, I may as well get up - despite the fact that I want to sleep in - we can't really have someone break in," I said, reluctantly rolling out of bed and landing on my bedroom floor with a thump.
"Thanks, sweetheart. I best be off. I boiled the kettle not too long ago, so it still should be hot enough for tea," she said, kissing my forehead after I picked myself up off of the floor.
"Bye, Mum!"
"See you later for lunch."
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I sat at the front desk about ten o'clock, cup of lemon tea less than an arms reach away and a book that I randomly picked out of my personal collection of books (strategically hidden under my bed in case Will came across them and asked questions) in my hand.
The book I had chosen was Paper Towns by John Green. I'm actually re-re-re-reading it. BUT IT'S JUST SO GOOD! I'm kind of having an obsession with his books right now.
I haven't had any customers so far and I'm perfectly fine with that, since I'm up to a really good part in my book and I don't particularly want to put it down to serve a customer.
Just as I thought this, the bell at the front of the shop jingled, indicating that someone just walked into the shop.
As much as I didn't want to seem like a snobby shop assistant but I was too absorbed in my book to even look up and smile. It wasn't until they approached the front desk and slightly cleared their throat that I jumped in surprise and looked up.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the young-looking guy standing in front of me said.
I almost fell off my chair in shock. Standing in front of me was Niall Horan from One Direction. It literally felt like I couldn't breathe.
I know you're probably thinking: Should she be used to celebrities waltzing into the bookshop, especially living in Notting Hill of all places?
Well, do you seriously believe that a celebrity would have enough time on their hands to check out a local bookshop?
I shook my head slightly to rid my head of thoughts so I wouldn't seem like a total lunatic, sitting there staring at a member of the world's biggest boy bad like an idiot.
"You didn't scare me," I said, nervously pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I assume you're simply not used to having well-recognised people wander into your shop, especially this early on a Saturday morning," he said with a kind smile.
"Yeah." I replied. "Anyway," I cleared my throat. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"There is actually," he replied. "It's my Mum's birthday next Sunday and I need to find the sappiest romance book for her. Any ideas?"
"Umm. Pretty much any of Nicholas Sparks' books. The Last Song, Dear John, whatever. There's always Fifty Shades of Grey, but it should be called Fifty Shades of Porn," I suggested.
"Well maybe not Fifty Shades of Grey then, but where would I be able to find those Nicholas Sparks books?" He asked.
"They're in that aisle under the sign romance and under 'S,'" I replied, pointing to the laminated sign above the bookcases on the far right of the shop with love hearts surrounding the word 'Romance,' then returned to my book.
Niall returned to the desk a few minutes later with Dear John and The Notebook. "I'll take these please," he said
"Sure," I replied, picking up Dear John. "Good choices, by the way."
He handed me the correct amount of money and I placed the books in a plastic bag.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," he said, smiling.
"You too," I replied.
"It's also great to know there's another Irish person around," he said, winking at me before turning and walking out of the shop.
"I'm only half Irish!" I yelled, hoping he heard me. I'm assuming he did as he smirked just as the door shut and he walked off.
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HOLY COW PUFFS THIS STORY HAS 85 READS ALREADY OMG THAT'S LIKE GETTING LOUIS TOMLINSON UNDER MY CHRISTMAS TREE!!!!!!!
I know you're thinking, OH MY GOD MAGGIE'S UPDATING EARLY!!!!! There is two reasons for that:
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