Love, Loans & London

When Nicole and Ditte moved to London, they expected adventure, elegance and joy. But what did they end up with? Loans up their asses, a crappy apartment and two low paying jobs. But despite all of that they never stop laughing and trying to make the best of it. But what happens when suddenly five handsome guys enter the mix? Follow the girls in the amusing tale of: Love, Loans & London

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3. Chapter Three – What can I say? I’m an evil motherfucker.

Chapter Three – What can I say? I’m an evil motherfucker.

 

Dittes P.O.V

“I’m so full” Nicole says with a satisfied grin on her face. We just ate spaghetti that I made, amazing spaghetti might I ad. We are currently sitting on the couch, trying to avoid what we are supposed to talk about.

Bills.

Just the name can make a financial unstable person shudder.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s a giant pile of debt that wants to crush your soul.

“What do we need to pay first?” I ask diving right in to the deep end of the broke ass pool. We both start going trough the piles of paper, a lot of them with FINAL NOTICE written on.

“Rent” We say in unison, we can theoretical live without electricity and water. But we need an apartment.

“Do you have your half?” She looks at me already holding her half in her hand. I quickly go through my purse and take the tips I got yesterday. Adding that to the small pile of money in my hand, and we wont be homeless for another month.

 

* * *

 

Nicole dropped of the rent to Mr. Landlord this morning, so luckily I can exit trough the front door today.

It’s the small victories in life.

It’s around 4 pm, and I’m heading towards work.  I somehow convinced Nicole to go to work with me again.

It’s because I’m just so charming.

Or it might be the free fries...

“I’m here!” I yell in the empty café. Nicole stayed late today because she had to do inventory.

“Take me out of this hellhole!” She screams and runs out of the café. Did I mention she hates doing inventory? I think she’d rather be bald than to inventory. Which explains why I laughed so hard when I found out that, that’s why she was staying late.

What can I say? I’m an evil motherfucker.

 

* * *

 

I’m currently standing behind the bar, mixing some drinks for table 8. Nicole sits in front of me with two empty plates of fries, when you don’t have a lot of money you mooch were you can. I quickly deliver the drinks, take some orders and deliver some food. And then I’m right back mixing drinks in front of my best friend.

“Check that out” I say pointing to my boss. He is obviously stressing out. Why? The sweat is visible from here and he is pacing back and forth, before he starts coming my way.

“Oh shit,” I say quietly so only Nicole can hear me, she turns around to see a mess of a man walking towards us.

“I need you to take another table tonight” He says, staring intently at me.

“Why?” I ask curiosity spreading trough me. But I also need a valid reason if I’m going to do extra work.

“Because I said so!” He says before stomping of.

Not a valid reason might I ad.

“Sorry” Nicole offers, even though she is grinning like a schoolgirl. She knows I hate extra work, and since I kinda laughed when I found out she had to do inventory, I had this coming.  I just put my head down on the bar, and mumble a few choice words at my boss.

“Ditte?” A male voice asks. I quickly get up from my less then charming position, my hair a little frazzled and I almost knock over Nicole’s plates.

Smooth Ditte, very smooth.

“Joey” I say smiling

“I knew it was you’!” He says as we fist bump. Joey is one of my close friends, he is just an all around guys guy and one of my great friends. Only problem, him and Nicole don’t get along. Joey is a player, and he loves to party. We are each other’s wingmen, and he is the one I party with since Nicole doesn’t drink. But Nicole just isn’t a fan of players in general, you can imagine why. Even though she somehow she tolerates my crazy antics, she doesn’t give Joey a free pass. He and Nicole do a polite nod to each other, yes it’s as awkward as it sounds.

“Six tequila shots please” He says directing his attention to me, giving me a quick wink. We flirt a bit but never go beyond that.

“Here you go” I say as soon as I’m done pouring.

“One for you and one for me” He holds his glass up waiting for me to clink with him. Does he not know that I’m at work? Or that I’m getting the Don’t-do-it-look from my best friend?

“Just so your evening won’t get too boring!” He says still waiting

“What the hell, one glass won’t hurt.” I say before clinking with his glass and drinking the strong liquid. He puts his glass down before he leaves going over to his friends with the rest of the shots.

“You shouldn’t be drinking at work” Nicole starts

“But that’s what makes it so fun!” I exclaim in a smile, making her giggle. I know my body, and one shot won’t get me any where near drunk. I continue working for a bit before my boss tugs at my sleeve.

“They are here” He’s sweaty nervous behavior is freaking me out, is a bunch of serial killers eating at this restaurant? Plus his cryptic language is freaking annoying.

“Who?”

“Your extra table” He says and points in the direction of the door. In walks five good-looking guys, have I seen them somewhere. Huh? I can think about that later, now it’s time for the money to be made. I just walk up to them and smile.

“Hello, table for five?” I ask politely like I always do, I just have a feeling that I know them from somewhere.

“Yes” A gorgeous British, voice answers. I know I have been living in London for two years, but the accents are still just as hot.

“This way” I lead them over to a table, is it just me, or are people starting to stare? I hand them their menus as I scurry of to Nicole.

“Do I know them?” Is the first thing I ask, when I reach her.

“World famous boy band One Direction.” She says without even moving a muscle.

Oh yeah I know them.

Good thing none of us are fans, cause when we fangirl, we fangirl HARD.

“I’ll be right back” I say before leaving again, dropping of some food for another table. Before going back to One Directions table, to take their orders.

“Are you ready to order?” I ask in the politest of tones. These guys are famous and that usually means good tips, so time to be happy bubbly Ditte. Instead of the grumpy 80-year-old woman who hates working overtime.

“We would like a big bottle of sparkling water to share, and we need some more time too figure out what we want to eat”

 

* * *

Okay, I’m all for taking your time, but it’s nearly midnight my shift ended an hour ago. But my boss insisted that I should stay until the “World fucking famous boy band” leaves. They are the only ones left at the restaurant except me and Nicole. She is still sitting at the bar, she’s a B person so she is not even tired. Me on the other hand am ready to pass out. My head is down o the counter, too tired to hold my head up.

“Will they ever fucking leave?” I ask in a hushed tone too Nicole. She is grinning at me, finding it amusing that I’m so cranky and tired. They finished their food 45 minutes ago, now they are just sitting and talking and laughing. I want to yell GO HOME! But I’m pretty sure that I would be fired for that.

“Just go over there and politely remind them, that the restaurant closed an hour ago”

“Fine” I say standing up dragging my feet over towards their table. 

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