Your little things

The freak. The fat girl. The girl who cuts her wrists. The girl with acne. The girl that no one wants to be friends with. The girl who loves a 'gay' boyband. The girl that nobody likes. The girl that can't afford fancy clothes. That's me. Alayna Harper, 18 years old. 10 years ago, my parents died in a car accident. I was devastated. Can you imagine? Your whole family dying, when you're 8. I now live with my aunt. Who is terrible. All she does is smoke, drink and watch TV. I have to work at McDonald's, just to keep us alive. I get bullied in school, I mean, why would anyone want to be friends with me? I'm the weird girl.


2. Coffee

School was over, finally. But now I had a job to take care of. I arrived at McDonald's, getting ready to clean. I hated that job. Just cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. But it pays. Not much, but enough. I stood wiping the floor. Not really paying attention to everything else. I was humming Little Things to myself. Suddently something hit me, and warm liquid came all over my chest. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I heard a voice say. I looked down at my body and saw a whole load of coffee on my chest. The person that spilled the coffee over me nevously tried to dry the coffee of. "Hey.. it's ok, I'll wash it of it's not a big deal." I looked up at the person that was drying coffee of my chest. Infront of me stood a 21 year old boy with messy brown hair, green eyes, red pants and a blue-white striped shirt. Also known as the popstar from One Direction, Louis Tomlinson. I couldn't breathe. I just stared at him. Louis Tomlinson was wiping coffee of my chest. Louis Tomlinson was at the McDonald's were I worked. Louis Tomlinson was standing very close to me. Louis Tomlinson. He sighed and looked at my face. He stared for a second, but then came to his senses. "Let me wash that shirt for you, I've made a mess." "No... no it's fine." "Please." "I assure you, it's fine." "I insist." He smiled. "Yeah okay, but I need to finish work first. You really don't have to." I said. "I need to, your shirt is all ruined, I'll wait." "Really? My shift doesn't stop until 2 hours." I raised an eyebrow. "I can wait." He smiled and went further into the resturant. What had just happened? Did I just meet.... Louis? Did Louis just said he would wash my shirt? Did Louis just say that he would wait for my shirt, for 2 hours? I continued wiping the floor, glancing at Louis. I suddently heard a voice behind me. "Oh ugly face!" Jenny, couldn't she ever leave me alone? "You work here at McDonald's? Figured. Oh baby what happened to your shirt? Is that coffee? Well... your look will be alot better if your hair matched your shirt." She grinned. I watched the coffee cup in her hand raise and felt her pour the icecoffee over my head. I opened my mouth widely and glared at her. I heard a voice behind me. "Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" Jenny's face was full of surprise. I slowly turned around and saw Louis coming against us. "A asked you a question?" He placed his hands on his hips. "I....I..." Jenny started. "You leave this girl alone. What has she ever done you?" He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back. Jenny couldn't say anything. "I...." Louis glared at her. "Just leave." He said. Jenny ran out of the store. "Are you ok?" Louis turned me around so I was facing him. "Yeah.... yeah I'm fine... it's not the first time Jenny's haressed me." I tried pulling out some ice out of my hair, in vain. I sighed, giving up. "C'mon let's get you cleaned up. You can borrow my shower." I grabbed my wrist. I stopped and raised an eyebrow at him. He giggled. "I meant it as a friendly favor, due to the coffee I spilled over you. I'm not going to try and rape you or anything, I promise." He winked at me and led me outside.

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