I sat staring at the British singer who was holding my hand. How did we ever get this far? Him being a super trendy, carrot loving, very attractive, famous British-Irish boyband leader, and me being... Isabelle Jenkins. I have no idea what made him fall for me. But here's how it started...
I slipped on my apron as I approached the cashier. I worked at Don's chai Shack. The business did quite well doing winter, but spring and fall were also good seasons. The bright red apron kept slipping from my waist, so I asked my co-worker to help tie it. There are only three workers here: Me, Avery Williams, and Mark Castor. Our boss, Mr. Vega, rarely showed up until the late hours. I sighed and grabbed an order booklet and menus. A group of five boys my age walked in. I put on a smile as I approached the table. "Hello, my name is Isabelle and I'll be your waitress today." I say, handing each of them menus. "Hi Isabelle." says one of the boys. I smile. He looks the oldest. He is wearing a striped shati and suspenders. "I'll give wewe a few dakika to decide what wewe want..." I say, my eyes widening as my voice cracks.
As I head away I hear, "Louis! wewe were checking that girl out!" My face grows red. "Shut up, Niall. wewe too, Liam and Zayn! And Harry... dibs." I bang my knee on the counter as I quickly slide behind it. Louis looked over at me as the rest of the boys talked and looked out the window. He smiled as we made eye contact. I smiled shyly and turned around, preparing another customer's drink. I carried a full tray: two cups of tea, a plateful of scones, cherry tarts, and a caramel-cinnamon glazed bun. "Here wewe go." I say cheerfully, gently sliding each dish to the person who ordered it. "What is wrong with you?" demands a man standing up. I bring the empty tray to my side. "What do wewe mean sir?" I ask him, a little shocked kwa his reaction. "I didn't order the cherry tarts! I ordered the peach, pichi tarts!" he bellows. The cafe falls silent and I'm aware of shifting gazes. I flip open my book and look at the order:
2 teas
Scones, plateful
Caramel-cinnamon glazed bun
cherry tarts
"I have that wewe ordered cherry tarts." I responded hoarsely, inaonyesha him the booklet. His eyes narrow and he rips the booklet out of my hand. "Well wewe made a mistake! I clearly ordered the peach, pichi tarts. wewe are an incompetent waiter! I want to speak to the manager." he raves. I stare at him. "The manager isn't here..." I mumbled. "Right. Now!" he yells, stepping towards me. "Excuse me sir." says a voice. I look and see the boy, Louis I believe his name is, step in front of me. "What?!" the angry man yells. His eyes widen. "Louis Tomlinson!" Louis smiles. Now my eyes widen. Louis Tomlinson... the leader of One Direction. "Sir, please calm down. Try a tart. They are delicious." He gently takes my order book from his hand and replaces it with a tart. "There wewe go. Enjoy!" he says, pulling me away from him.
"Thank you." I say, as he hands me my booklet. "That was amazing." Louis shrugs. "No big deal. He sits back down at his meza, jedwali and asks, "Any questions?" I smirk. "Yeah, just one." Niall shoots me a funny look. "What?" Louis asks.
"Did wewe decide what wewe wanted?"
I slipped on my apron as I approached the cashier. I worked at Don's chai Shack. The business did quite well doing winter, but spring and fall were also good seasons. The bright red apron kept slipping from my waist, so I asked my co-worker to help tie it. There are only three workers here: Me, Avery Williams, and Mark Castor. Our boss, Mr. Vega, rarely showed up until the late hours. I sighed and grabbed an order booklet and menus. A group of five boys my age walked in. I put on a smile as I approached the table. "Hello, my name is Isabelle and I'll be your waitress today." I say, handing each of them menus. "Hi Isabelle." says one of the boys. I smile. He looks the oldest. He is wearing a striped shati and suspenders. "I'll give wewe a few dakika to decide what wewe want..." I say, my eyes widening as my voice cracks.
As I head away I hear, "Louis! wewe were checking that girl out!" My face grows red. "Shut up, Niall. wewe too, Liam and Zayn! And Harry... dibs." I bang my knee on the counter as I quickly slide behind it. Louis looked over at me as the rest of the boys talked and looked out the window. He smiled as we made eye contact. I smiled shyly and turned around, preparing another customer's drink. I carried a full tray: two cups of tea, a plateful of scones, cherry tarts, and a caramel-cinnamon glazed bun. "Here wewe go." I say cheerfully, gently sliding each dish to the person who ordered it. "What is wrong with you?" demands a man standing up. I bring the empty tray to my side. "What do wewe mean sir?" I ask him, a little shocked kwa his reaction. "I didn't order the cherry tarts! I ordered the peach, pichi tarts!" he bellows. The cafe falls silent and I'm aware of shifting gazes. I flip open my book and look at the order:
2 teas
Scones, plateful
Caramel-cinnamon glazed bun
cherry tarts
"I have that wewe ordered cherry tarts." I responded hoarsely, inaonyesha him the booklet. His eyes narrow and he rips the booklet out of my hand. "Well wewe made a mistake! I clearly ordered the peach, pichi tarts. wewe are an incompetent waiter! I want to speak to the manager." he raves. I stare at him. "The manager isn't here..." I mumbled. "Right. Now!" he yells, stepping towards me. "Excuse me sir." says a voice. I look and see the boy, Louis I believe his name is, step in front of me. "What?!" the angry man yells. His eyes widen. "Louis Tomlinson!" Louis smiles. Now my eyes widen. Louis Tomlinson... the leader of One Direction. "Sir, please calm down. Try a tart. They are delicious." He gently takes my order book from his hand and replaces it with a tart. "There wewe go. Enjoy!" he says, pulling me away from him.
"Thank you." I say, as he hands me my booklet. "That was amazing." Louis shrugs. "No big deal. He sits back down at his meza, jedwali and asks, "Any questions?" I smirk. "Yeah, just one." Niall shoots me a funny look. "What?" Louis asks.
"Did wewe decide what wewe wanted?"
Miley's P.O.V
She we wee done with the tamasha we jumped in the tour bus.thy all congratulate me. I look out the bus and see mashabiki screaming my name. Smile sweeps across me. I wave out the window they take pics of me like crazy.i close the curtain when someone throws something. "yeah some mashabiki get crazy" I turn and see Miley inayofuata to me. "how do wewe know " I ask. "don't tell the boys but I was a model and a singer" I say trying to see if nobody heard me. "what they are going to hate wewe if they found out" says madision.. "what why will they be angry" I ask."cause remember Simon asked wewe when wewe auditioned that wewe had no model au imba career". Sadness hits me. "don't worry they won't find out I was a model and singer" I say. "WAIT WHAT wewe WERE A MODEL AND A SINGER" I turn and see they boys behind me."I-I " I get cut off with the boys yelling."YOU LIED TO US wewe LIED TO THE FANS. wewe LIED TO MANEGMWNT HOW DARE wewe GET OUT". I get my things and turn with tears then walk out.
She we wee done with the tamasha we jumped in the tour bus.thy all congratulate me. I look out the bus and see mashabiki screaming my name. Smile sweeps across me. I wave out the window they take pics of me like crazy.i close the curtain when someone throws something. "yeah some mashabiki get crazy" I turn and see Miley inayofuata to me. "how do wewe know " I ask. "don't tell the boys but I was a model and a singer" I say trying to see if nobody heard me. "what they are going to hate wewe if they found out" says madision.. "what why will they be angry" I ask."cause remember Simon asked wewe when wewe auditioned that wewe had no model au imba career". Sadness hits me. "don't worry they won't find out I was a model and singer" I say. "WAIT WHAT wewe WERE A MODEL AND A SINGER" I turn and see they boys behind me."I-I " I get cut off with the boys yelling."YOU LIED TO US wewe LIED TO THE FANS. wewe LIED TO MANEGMWNT HOW DARE wewe GET OUT". I get my things and turn with tears then walk out.
Madison's P.O.V
I went weak at the knees when I saw Niall and Harry go to choose. We were laughing and talking when Harry sees the marks. I quickly pulled down my sleeve he looked at me in concern. I looked away"MADISION GET YOU'RE LAZY UGLY BUTT OVER HERE au wewe LNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!" . Fear and pain hit me. I walked when someone grabs my hand and slip a number in my hand and another in my other. I walked but then my mom came bolting out with a bat. "HEY WHAT DID I TELL YOU" she says yanking my hair and hits me at the side and on my arms. I scream and the most embarrassed part was they were still their. "ple-ese stop I'm sorry" I say blood coming from my legs and arms.she goes inside laughing and my new dad to. I lay their crying the whole time. "here let me help" I look up and see Harry and Niall I get confused who to choose.
I went weak at the knees when I saw Niall and Harry go to choose. We were laughing and talking when Harry sees the marks. I quickly pulled down my sleeve he looked at me in concern. I looked away"MADISION GET YOU'RE LAZY UGLY BUTT OVER HERE au wewe LNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!" . Fear and pain hit me. I walked when someone grabs my hand and slip a number in my hand and another in my other. I walked but then my mom came bolting out with a bat. "HEY WHAT DID I TELL YOU" she says yanking my hair and hits me at the side and on my arms. I scream and the most embarrassed part was they were still their. "ple-ese stop I'm sorry" I say blood coming from my legs and arms.she goes inside laughing and my new dad to. I lay their crying the whole time. "here let me help" I look up and see Harry and Niall I get confused who to choose.
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