My parents sold me to one direction for a weatherspoons pitcher

Pornstar martinit

Pls listen to all of fifty shades sound track

I laughed at Jeremy. That joke was so like him! I know him well, just as I know all of the other staff here. I am here every day. I spend every day at the pub as my parents love the sesh, more than they care about their daughter. That's okay though. I know I am destined for bigger things than Newport Wetherspoons. I feel it in the air, always, but especially tonight.

I breezed past Jeremy and to our regular table. "Not so fast, Y/N," Ahmed said grimly. "It's occupado."
"Occupied? But by who? Why did you let someone sit at our table, Ahmed?" I said, shocked. No one ever sits at table 69 but us.
"Let's just say we have some....special....guests today." Ahmed grinned and moved his body so that I would see table 69 in all its glory. There, sitting on the wooden bar stools I knew so well, was my favourite boyband. For the second time that night, I gasped. Mother gasped too. There in front of us was the five boys that made up one direction: Harry Styles, his beautiful locks flowing in the wind, Liam Pain, who knew that gay people exist, Zayn Malik, with a glint in his eye, Niall Horan, Guiness in one hand, golf club in the other. And Louis.
"Ahmed...." I gawped in their direction, "How can this be?"
"The boys are on tour and caught wind of the hottest place in town. They called ahead and reserved this table specifically. Hope you don't mind, Y/N." Ahmed said, cocking an eyebrow.
"'Mind??" I said, feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of me. "I couldn't think of anything better!"
Then, Harry called out. "Hey you!" He pointed at me. Ahmed winked. I smiled. "Double gin and tonic, and two shots of sambuca." Mum said to the barman.