My First and Last Love

Serving One Direction

"Barrrrrrriiiinnnnggg! Barrrrrrriiiinnnnggg! Barrrrrrriiiinnnnggg!" My alarm shreaks.  

"Mmmmmmm." I croak. Today, the last thing I want to to is get out of bed. Being a waitress, I wake up at 7:30 every morning. But luckily it's Friday, and I don't work the weekend shifts. 

Slowly, I pick up my whole body with every ounce of strength I have, and drag myself to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I look at myself in the mirror. 

"That's disgusting." I mumble. Let's just say, I'm not your typical "model looking" girl. When I dont straighten it, my hair is frizzy, I have pretty bad skin without foundation, and I'm super curvy, standing at about 5'2, the opposite of your typical model, standing tall and slim. 

*1 hour later*  

I look in the mirror at myself. My hair now long and straight, my skin covered, and my slim fitting uniform. While a part of me wanted to feel pretty, it also felt... I don't know, fake. 

"You don't have time for this!" I say to myself. After grabbing my keys, I jump into my car, and head over to the resturant I work at, one of the most popular chains in all England, Smith's Grill. 

Once I arrive, I don't even bother greeting anyone, I just quickly jump to grabbing some menus. 

After seating my first customers, an arm stops me. 

"Whoa, what's the rush?" Wendy chuckles. "You are literally sprinting across the resturant." 

"Aghhhh." I groan. "I feel really off today for some reason." 

"Just relax, Danielle." She slowly breathes out. If there's one person who I can always count on, it's Wendy. She's been my best friend ever since I started working here.  

She's insanely gorgeous, standing at about 5'10, with a slim figure and a large chest and bum, and bright blonde hair going just about to her navel. Sometimes, I just envy her, wishing I could look like that. 

*** 

After a long day of rude old customers, getting hit on by gross men, and people that take two hours just to order a drink, I'm almost done for the day. It isn't very busy at this time, because it's a bit after the usual dinner hour, so this is more for people who have work all day and just want a quick bite. 

Walking over to the customer waiting area, I notice a bunch of people staring.  

What the hell are they staring at? 

I go to pick up some menus. 

"Hi! How man-" Now I understand why people were staring. Because I'm staring into the five pairs of eyes belonging to One Direction.