Trust me (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Boring days of life

Hi! 

This is going to be a new edition of "Trust Me". I think my writing has inproved so I hope you enjoy it! :) There will definitely be some parts you reconize though.

    

-xXWhiteSoulXx-

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Ugh, that annoying sound in the morning. It made me remember when I went to school and such. All those classes, tests and pop quizzes. Locker's not opening and you simply can't remember your locker combo. Girl drama about who stole whose boyfriend and who likes who and blah. Blah. Blah. I personally didn't care for any of it.

   

Except I felt like I wanted to wake up. My job was nothing to special and certinally nothing to write home about, but it was important to me. In school I've never really been a teachers pet, but I want to be on the good side of my boss. My life goal wasn't to work at a bakery, but I had to pay off my student loans. I've decided to take a year break because the payment.

  

I quickly switch off my alarm. I lay in bed for a few seconds. You know those few minutes that your debating whether to get out of bed. But then after a while I hop out of my cozy warm bed and into my hopefully, not freezing room. The odds are not in my favor today.

The cold air hits me like a punch in the face. Seriously, I hate the cold. It can be seventy degrees outside and i'll be freezing cold. I violently shiver. I wrap my arms around me, hoping it'll make me a little warmer. It doesn't help at all. I sigh and walk into the bathroom.

It's colder and more goose bumps appear on my arm. I walk over to the shower and turn it on. Once the heat turns up I take my fuzzy PJ's off and go into the shower. I wash and then jump out feeling nice and clean. I grab a white fluffy towel and dry myself off. I wrap the towel around my body and brush my teeth. After brushing them twice, I finally see them as acceptable and walk out of the bathroom.

  

I walk into my closet and pick out my outfit. I put on white skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. I run a comb through my dirty blonde hair and put it into a fish tail braid. It takes a few try's, but in the end it's a braid. My blue eyes are irritated so I put glasses on instead of my contacts. Then I slip on a headband, take my keys and purse and walk out the door, locking the door behind me.

  

I work at the bakery down the street. It's amazing there and I love the smell of fresh bread and cookies. I love icing them too. Which is a ton of fun. Also, Mrs. Summer is the best, she's like a second mom to me. My family lives in London, though I really don't use the british slang. Like british people say crisps, I say chips.

  

Let's just say british sterotypes aren't helpful. Their actually kind of annoying. Just because I have an accent dosen't mean I'm more diffrent then you are. As you can see I usally have to deal with these things.

  

America has rubbed off on me. Though I do have a thick accent. London is so different then Grandrapids, Michigan. I walk in the summer light and I feel the warmness on my skin. I walk in till I see the window of the bakery. I open the door and walk in. "Why hello Raylin, Your early again." Mrs. Summer says.

  

"My mum always said the early bird gets the worm. Can I help out with anything?" I ask. She smiles at me. I'm suprised she didn't laugh at my whole early bird thing. I would have laughed and I probaly wouldn't have stoppped.