Will u forgive ?

Lies, lies, and even more lies. That's how it all started.
Tears, laughs, smiles, and more tears. That's how it grew.
But at the end of the road, will they be able to forgive ?


2. Just my luck

Chapter 2

During the ride from the hospital to Zayn's place , I fell asleep. He woke me up when we got there. We walked into some kind of big building , then in the elevator. Seconds later we arrived to his flat. He opened the door for me and let me in before him. I entered and it was a big place for one guy. Never mind. "Well, here's my place. But feel at home. " he told me. "Thanks, it's really lovely, but you know I can't stay here for ever. Might as well start looking for some kinda job." I said regretfully, which wasn't all that true. I was considered really lucky that someone as thoughtful as Zayn found me. "Noway on earth I'm letting you go look around for a job while you just got discharged from the hospital. What kind of person would I be? I'll do the searching for you. Got any papers?" . Shit. I've completely forgot about that. But of course. Hiring requires papers. But anyways since I'm supposed to have some kind of amnesia I should be able to find an easy excuse. I looked at Zayn directly in those hazel eyes of his and said :" I don't...." Without continuing he probably understood my point cause he answered "don't worry about it then , I'll find a way. Meanwhile , you should probably go rest. The bedroom is at the end of the hallway. "

I nodded with a weak smile, entered the room and closed the door behind me. For the time being, I knew I must sleep. Not like I could anything better anyways.

I woke up in the morning, and I realised I was still in my old clothes. But what? I was not vacationing here. I got out of the room, careful not to make any noises cause Zayn was probably still asleep. Wait a second: where did he sleep anyways? I slept in the bed, and there's noway on earth he could've slept next to me. Or could he? I shook my head at the thought and found the answer to my question : I found him asleep on the couch in the living room. Poor thing. I started to feel guilty. He's done all this for me when he clearly didn't have to. But I must say he looked adorable as he slept. "Snap out of it girl!" I heard a little voice in the back of my mind tell me. And it was right. It was most certainly not the time for these kinda thoughts. Something finally caught my attention - great timing - and I took a look at a bunch of papers placed on the coffee table. All were papers to apply for some kinda jobs. I took them with me to the kitchen where I started to make breakfast - fried eggs, nothing much - and while I was serving it, I was still looking looking through the options Zayn found me. It was useless though. I didn't have any identity papers, and what kinda place would hire their employees without asking to see their papers? Although there an announce that caught my attention. It's an announce for a coffee shop, some café, the salary was pretty good, and it didn't seem that sophisticated of a place. At least I hoped so, cause it would probably be my only chance. I was serving breakfast when I heard a familiar voice telling me while yawning :" You shouldn't be wondering around the house alone in your conditions, especially when I'm asleep. What if something happened to you ?"

Aw! How adorable! Even half asleep he's constantly worrying.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I was preparing breakfast. And thanks for looking for jobs for me. I think I found what I need", I smiled. "Good to know", he said smilin. Gosh, I love his smile. "Now what's for breakfast?", he continued innocently. I held in a giggle. He looked so childish while asking and didn't even wait for the answer. He sat on a stool in front of the counter and grabbed a plate, and his face lit up as he ate. It made me smile and , for a second maybe, I forgot that I was lying , that my life was a total mess. It just made me feel happy. Genuinely happy.

I did the same, and started eating too. I waved goodbye and made my way to the bus stop. Zayn insisted to give me some money. For like 10 minutes I sat there, thinking about my situation. God, what a mess was I into? Lost without papers or money or anything , living with a guy I didn't even know. That would be enough to drive someone insane. When we arrived to the next stop, I got off the bus, and I walked a bit before finding the café I was supposed to work at. It was nice. Not too fancy, nor too vulgar. I entered and searched for the owners office. Once I found it, there was a man doing some paper work and stuff. He diverted his eyes to me and asked: " May I help you, miss?" I was stressed out. What if he asked for my ID? But I still had to answer "I'm here to apply for the job, ", showing him the papers I had to fill.

"Great, we really needed another waitress. Work is piling up here".

It took a lot to convince him, since, well, I've never worked anywhere like this before. But I finally got the job, and my shift started in two hours. Still, I had to buy some things, some kinda uniform that I would have to wear and that they couldn't provide me , but my boss still gave me the money to do it. So conclusion: I went to a little boutique that wasn't too expensive cause I had a limited budget, but I finally found a white blouse with a mid thigh tight black black skirt and matching black heels. It did suit me well I must say, because of my long legs, and the black and white theme that reflected the gray of my eyes. For the first time in my life, I thought that I might actually be kinda pretty. Yeah, cause I've never thought so. Anyways, I carried the bags back to the café, cause I had to start my shift in a few. I went to change in the bathroom. I looked okay. I went to find my boss to inform him I was ready. He gave me a pen and a small note pad. So I went out to the terrace to take clients' orders. I served some people without any trouble, and everything was going smoothly. Soon enough 2 guys entered and took a seat, then, one called out for me , sigh to take their order.

" How may I help you?" I asked politely with a smile.

" Well, " the one with Ocean blue eyes started," I would really like a tall brunette with beautiful gray eyes , wearing a white blouse and a tight black skirt, would that be possible?", he smirked.

The other one chuckled, and personally I didn't find it that funny. I didn't know what to say or how to react. So I decided to keep up the fake smile and answered :" Sorry , but that's not gonna be possible. Although if you'd like anything else, I'd be glad to bring it for you".

"Really , that's too bad", he sighed faking disappointment. The other one with chocolate curly hair and emerald green eyes finally decided to speak and really relieved me : " We'll have 2 coffees, miss...."

"Johnson", I finished for him.

That was the fake name I used for the job. Jessica Johnson. Not too bad. It was actually going pretty well. I went to the kitchen to get the coffees, and brought them back with me on a silver platter, but my day couldn't possibly go on without any interventions of fate to ruin my life. There had to be that man , who was running like mad , and pushed me out of his way. And obviously I couldn't regain my balance because of those high heels of mine and so the cups of coffee, the platter, and of course myself all fell onto the ground. The glass the cups were made of shattered into millions of pieces and cause my luck is just great , it cut my thigh and my palm. Once they saw me , the 2 guys hurried to my side. And then I saw my boss coming. Oh gosh he was not really pleased.


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