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 avental as I approached the cashier. I worked at Don's chá Shack. The business did quite well doing winter, but spring and fall were also good seasons. The bright red avental 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 camisa and suspenders. "I'll give you a few minutos to decide what you want..." I say, my eyes widening as my voice cracks.
As I head away I hear, "Louis! You were checking that girl out!" My face grows red. "Shut up, Niall. You 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, cereja tarts, and a caramel-cinnamon glazed bun. "Here you 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 you mean sir?" I ask him, a little shocked por his reaction. "I didn't order the cereja tarts! I ordered the pêssego 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
cereja tarts
"I have that you ordered cereja tarts." I responded hoarsely, showing him the booklet. His eyes narrow and he rips the booklet out of my hand. "Well you made a mistake! I clearly ordered the pêssego tarts. You 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 you 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 mesa, tabela and asks, "Any questions?" I smirk. "Yeah, just one." Niall shoots me a funny look. "What?" Louis asks.
"Did you decide what you wanted?"
I slipped on my avental as I approached the cashier. I worked at Don's chá Shack. The business did quite well doing winter, but spring and fall were also good seasons. The bright red avental 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 camisa and suspenders. "I'll give you a few minutos to decide what you want..." I say, my eyes widening as my voice cracks.
As I head away I hear, "Louis! You were checking that girl out!" My face grows red. "Shut up, Niall. You 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, cereja tarts, and a caramel-cinnamon glazed bun. "Here you 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 you mean sir?" I ask him, a little shocked por his reaction. "I didn't order the cereja tarts! I ordered the pêssego 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
cereja tarts
"I have that you ordered cereja tarts." I responded hoarsely, showing him the booklet. His eyes narrow and he rips the booklet out of my hand. "Well you made a mistake! I clearly ordered the pêssego tarts. You 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 you 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 mesa, tabela and asks, "Any questions?" I smirk. "Yeah, just one." Niall shoots me a funny look. "What?" Louis asks.
"Did you decide what you wanted?"
i saw angie 1 look and she started running was it that bad i thought i quickly pulled away from the kiss leaving the bar i texted her saying
angie <3 <3
where r u it was a drunken mistake come back
no reply
she must hate me man i messed up
i asked everyone if they have seen her they all said NO.
the only person i have not asked was the lead singer{A/N harry styles} i ran up the stage asking him if he had seen her he said no why i explained how she was my girlfriend i told him EVERYTHING. from how we met to how we dividido, dividir up he started laughing what are you laughing at i asked im laughing at you he said one mistake sheesh i muttered can you find her ok he said simply thank the lord
I answered the door to find Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis. Liam and Niall linked my arms with theirs and Zayn and Louis covered my eyes. They walked me down the driveway to the curb. I heard a car door open and the boys let go of me. In front of me was a limo and Harry was inside.
"This was all Harry's idea," Louis said.
"Well I think it's cute," Harry and I said replied in unison.
Harry smiled at me but he looked embarassed. We all got in the limo and I sat seguinte to Harry. We held hands the whole ride until we reached the entrance of the show, concerto venue.
"I'll see you on the stage," I said and gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car.
"This was all Harry's idea," Louis said.
"Well I think it's cute," Harry and I said replied in unison.
Harry smiled at me but he looked embarassed. We all got in the limo and I sat seguinte to Harry. We held hands the whole ride until we reached the entrance of the show, concerto venue.
"I'll see you on the stage," I said and gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car.
I was invited to my teacher's daughter's graduation party. It was one of the hottest days of the summer so I had on my denim cutoffs, floral semi-frilly tank top, and my adidas sandals. The drive to the party was about 10 minutos on winding dirt roads. We parked our car and walked to the tent in which the party was held. There was a DJ and about 100 guests. I knew everyone except for a couple of people from my teacher's family. There was a buffet set up, a pool, and a dance floor. No one was dancing though and the party was extremely boring. I sat down at a table, put my headphones in and began to text, tuning out the rest of the world.