5. Chapter 4
'What are they doing here?" I asked as I spotted the One Direction boys while I arrived at work the next day.
"What do you mean? We do work for them, you know?" The prop boy replied.
I know, but why all of a sudden. I think the universe is conspiring against me. Liam at dinner last night and now this shit. I hope that this is not one of these things that just because I finally met them, then they are now going to invade my life. I shudder at the thought.
I rolled my eyes and proceeded to go to my work space.
I have no friends at work. I rather keep it that way. I wouldn't want to disappoint anyone once I find a way to get out of this shitty job. I just go to work, do my job, go out for lunch by myself, do some more work, then go home. Rinse and repeat.
I have no life. But I kinda like it that way. No complications, no drama. Just plain and simple. Like me.
I wouldn't change it for anything.
As I prepared to go out for lunch , I bumped into someone and almost fell backward.
"Wow…Do you ever watch where you're going? Every time I see you, you seem to be tripping over something." The person commented as they held on to my arms preventing me from falling.
I looked up to see blue eyes.
"I'm sorry." I apologized, I don't know why, but I did.
"Don't apologize." He said as he settled me down and remove his hands from my arms.
"You can call me Louis or Liam anyone you prefer." He said in a teasing tone.
I guess Liam told him about that.
I smiled reluctantly and began to walk away.
"You know it's bad manners not remembering people's name." He retorted as I walked away.
I was enjoying a peaceful lunch at Burger King until a group of annoying tweens walked in like walking One Direction advertisements. Everywhere I go I can't seem to escape their stupid faces.
I feel sorry for these girls' parents. Their hard-earned money is being wasted on people who don't even know they exist. The day I waste a dollar on a One Direction merchandise is the day when 100% deflation happen. Then I might consider it.
"Omg. Harry is so hot. I want to have his babies." One of the tween announced.
Sweetie, you are 12 years old. I doubt you even had your first period. You might want to scrap the baby idea. Plus, I don't think Harry would be interesting in getting it on with a 12 years old. That's just …
I cringed and decided to leave before I heard any more disturbing ideas from these children.
As I continued to do my job after lunch, a person's shadow came over me.
"So you're the computer genius around here?"
It was the curly haired one. So he's the one that twelve years old girls want to have sex with.
I looked up and smiled then continued to work.
"Did anybody tell you that you are too pretty to be smart too? It's not fair." He continued.
Did this guy think that was a compliment?
Again I ignored him.
"You don't talk much, do you?" He continued to try having a conversation with me.
And you talk too much. Why was he even talking to me?
"I'm trying to get a job done here, Harry." I finally said.
"She talks, and she knows my name." He exclaimed and smiled slightly.
Why don’t he just go away. I'd rather not be distracted when I'm trying to work.
"How is that coming on?" He inquired.
"Can I see?"
He stood there in silence for some time.
"What do you have against us?" He finally said.
Awww… Did I hurt their feelings?
"What are you talking about?"
"Your nonchalance is a bit off putting." He replied
I looked at him. Was he serious? "I'm sorry I'm not falling at your feet." I said in a monotone voice.
"I didn't say that you should fall at my feet, but you don't have to be so cold and act like you don't care or anything."
But I don't care. I really don't. I'd rather him not talking to me right now.
"Ok…Are you done now?" I asked annoyed.
"Yeah." He said softly before walking away.