Letters To Josie (A Liam Payne fanfic)

two.

"JOSIE! GET BACK HERE!" I yelled from across the house. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I heard Josie yell back. "YOU TOOK MY SHIRT OVER TO ALLISON'S AND NEVER BROUGHT IT BACK! WHERE IS IT?"

"IT'S STILL AT ALLISON'S! I TOLD HER SHE COULD HAVE IT." I was mad, really mad. "WHAT THE HELL? I TOLD YOU TO BRING IT BACK!"

"YEAH, I DON'T REMEMBER YOU MAKING THAT CLEAR!" I sighed in frustration,"YOU'RE REALLY PISSING ME OFF!" The door to her room shut with a loud bang. "She can be such a bitch sometimes," I muttered under my breath.

That was the very last moment I had with my sister before she died. The bell rang signaling the end of class. I got up from my desk and started sprinting to my car. "HEY JAMIE! WHY IN SUCH A HURRY? YOU WANNA GET HOME AND CUT YOUR POOR LITTLE WRISTS." I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around and saw Jason, the biggest asshole I know. I got into my car and took out my razor and some tissues. "This is for you, Jason. Asshole." I muttered. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. I grabbed the tissues and pressed down on the cuts until they stopped bleeding. 10 minutes before they stopped. I looked at the time, "Shit. I'm gonna be late." I started the car, Pierce The Veil's Collide With The Sky album blasted. I drove to work, only a few minutes to spare when I parked in my spot. I ran inside, my boss about to be on my case for never being on time. "Sup, boss." I said going to my normal spot where I work, the cash register. "I'm open over here," I said programming the register to begin taking orders. "Hi welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you?" I quickly began punching in the order, "That'll be 17.50." I took there $20 bill and gave them their change along with their receipt. I heard a group of girls squeal at one of the tables in the corner. "Ohmygod, he's going near her! Ohmygod she's going to get to take his order." One of them ranted on. "Hi, welcome to McDonalds, how may I-" I looked up and saw Liam Payne from One Direction. I don't listen to that kind of music, but I can recognize he's from that bubblegum-pop band all the prepubescent girls listen to now-a-days. "Uhm, sorry. I, uh, got distracted. Anyway, how may I help you?" He smirked,"Can I get a 10 piece chicken nugget meal?"

"Would you like to make that a combo?" He thought, then said, "No, thank you, love." I smiled. "So what's your name, love?" He asked me.

"Jamie." I responded simply.

"That's a beautiful name, just like you."

"OH MY GOD." I heard one of the girls say. I quickly gave her a "be quiet, or I'll murder your family." look.

"Thanks." I said handing him his change and receipt.

About 5 minutes passed, and his order was ready. "Order number 274." Liam came up an I handed him his bag. "Oh, by the way - You're too beautiful to be doing that, babe." He said nodding towards my wrists.

For another 3 hours I had to deal with questions from those annoying little girls, and taking the same orders over and over.

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It was time for me to get off of work, finally. As I was walking out the door, I bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry, babe." I heard a deep, raspy, British accent say. I look up to see the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. "Are you Jamie?"

I was mesmerized by how attractive he was. "Uhm, yes, that's me." I responded. "Will you come with me?" He asked.

"I, uh, actually have a ride. But, thank you." I walked outside to my car to see someone had broken the lights and windows and carved something into the driver's door. The word Whore was carved in sprawly handwriting. I instantly started crying. "It'll be okay, love. C'mon lets go.." He said, trying to comfort me. "Wait!" I snapped. I reached in through the passenger window to the glove compartment taking out my tissues and razors. "I need these, I said cleaning my tears with my sleeve.