A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

The Truth

I walked up to the counter and stood in the line. There were only two people in front of me, one happened to be a business woman who looked to be in her mid-20s. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and cute blazer. Her hair was pulled back into a tight sock-bun and she was wearing a businessy pair of glasses. The other person waiting in line was a rather fit-looking guy. He had on a pair of khaki shorts and a red baseball tee. Baseball? Ahh… a fellow American. He was cute.

When it was finally my turn to order, I turned to the girl standing in front of the counter. She looked to be about my age and she had gorgeous blonde hair that was dip-dyed pink at the bottom. That was something that I wanted to do to my hair but I was always too chicken to try.

“Hi, how may I help you?” she said brightly. She had a rather thick British accent but not one that I couldn’t understand.  I looked up to the drink menu observing the perfect handwriting that all of the items were written in. I found what I wanted and looked down at her, smiling.

“Hi, can I have a tall Vanilla-Bean Frappuccino?”

“Sure, that’ll be 3 pounds 80.”

I pulled the money out of my pocket and looked at it confusingly. Aghhh! I don’t know how to use this! I think the girl, Sandy according to her nametag, noticed my confusion.

“Need help?” she asked, looking at me sympathetically.

“Yes please!” I laughed. I could tell that a good amount of Americans came into here by the way that she acted about the money situation. She took my handful of bills and sorted it out. Then she took some, reached into the cash register, pulled some out, and handed it all back to me. “Thank you!”

“No problem,” she said coolly.

I went over to the side counter to collect my drink when I thought of something.

“Hey,” I paused. “Sandy?”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if there are some good places to shop around here? I’m gonna be bored tomorrow and shopping will be the perfect remedy.” I just got into shopping last year. I loved the thought of developing my own style but because of it, I was pretty much always broke. Oh well.

“Yeah, plenty, but you might want to figure out how to use your money first,” we both laughed. “I can show you around tomorrow if you like. I have the day off.”

“Really? That’d be awesome.”

I told her where my hotel was and we exchanged numbers. Yay! I had a friend here.

I finally got my drink and went to find a place to sit. I noticed that there was a tiny secluded room in the back. I jumped at the chance to get some privacy. I walked into the room. I saw the business woman from earlier and man sitting and talking quietly. A couple seats away was a boy sitting alone and I sat a few seats away from him. I took the first sip of my drink. It filled my throat with the cool vanilla taste. The first sip was always my favorite. I pulled out my phone and I went into my text messages. I had a new one from my mom and one from my best friend, Clara. I ignored the text from my mom for now but opened the one from my bestie.