Over Again

Two Years Later

I opened my eyes to look for my alarm clock blasting "Don't Wake Me Up" by Chris Brown. I know it's ironic, but it works for me, as well as completely describes my situation when sleeping. I never want to be woken up. Gazing at the time, it read 11:27. Since my shift at Starbucks here in London didn't start until noon, I was good on time. It took all of my self control not to fall back asleep as I dragged myself out of my comfy bed and into the shower. Once I was done, I dried my hair, slipped on my bra and panties, and walked into the walk in closet of my apartment.
I loved my life in London. I had taken online school courses and had graduated from high school already, as I had worked faster than usual students, and I was going to major in interior design. I had recently been given a partial scholarship at London University- I was nervous just to be accepted- and it was going great. After coming from California, I had found this apartment and done it myself, something I was both proud of and loved, and I had also made some really good friends. My best friend, Sydney, worked with me at Starbucks, and had introduced me to her friends. She only lived a block or two down from here. As usual, I walked through the closet, taking time to decide what I felt like wearing. I finally decided on my bright red shorts as it was summer, paired with my flowy black shirt- the only type of shirt we were allowed to wear at starbucks. Aargh.
Then, I drank a glass of Chocomel and ate an energy bar, off on my way to work on my bicycle. I checked the time on my phone before leaving the house, and internally slapped myself for spending so much time in the luxurious shower, as I only had two minutes left to get to work. I hoped that Vanessa, or as I called her, Vans, could cover for me. I biked super fast, getting there only two minutes late since I lived just three-four blocks away.
I rushed inside, putting on my apron as quick as I could and shooting Vans a thankful smile, which she returned. It was a busy day- Sunday, and I worked with Josh and Paul, who were working the same shift, as quick as I could. I ended up regretting my quick breakfast, since my stomach was grumbling and I found myself looking at the clock, eager for my late lunch break at 3. It was 2:33 when I spotted a mob of screaming girls, chasing after five bous. I hated that whenever I saw five boys together, it instantly made me think of them. They were now a huge singing sensation- I always knew that they would make something of their talent- it was too go dto be ignored. However, I distanced myself as much as I could from the rumours and anything that reminded me of them. It still made a stab of pain go through me, but for what I could never pinpoint. Unfortunately, some of the rumours still got to me. I knew that Louis, Zayn and Liam were in relationships. I knew that Harry had the image of a flirt- something I could certainly justify, and that he hadn't stopped with his perverted jokes, I knew that Niall was still obsessed with Nando's, and that he still made the same jokes. I knew that Louis was still the cheeky, funny guy, still in love with superman, I knew that Zayn loved graffiti and was the shy one, sometimes described as vain, which i all honesty, I hated. I knew that Liam hadn't got over his phobia of spoons, and he was still the most responsible one of the five. And most importantly, I knew that they were chased after by several teenage girls, and that they had probably forgotten about me.
I hadn't forgotten about them. I snapped out of my daze when Josh and Paul said they had to go- Josh to the bathroom, and Paul's shift had ended, leaving me to tend to the customers, although now none except for a girl waiting for her Vanilla Frappucino. Once I gave it to her, I turned back around, to see five boys in line, each wearing sunglasses and attire which I would describe as "shady". I told myself not to freak out, until I saw two of them closing the doors of the shop. I finally noticed that the glass of the shop was now almost being bombarded my screaming teenage girls, and it dawned on me that they were celebrities. Five celebrities.
No. It couldn't be them, could it? No, I told myself firmly. The odds are like almost zero, plus they're like celebrities, they aren't just gonna barge into a Star-
My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar head of curly hair and an English accent,"Holy shit. Jenna? Is that you?"
Louis' POV
"Move your lazy arses!", I screamed. I needed coffee, and these boys were refusing to come with me. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. I left for the storage room and thrashed around, knocking down a ton of stuff until I found what I was looking for. My water gun. My mind instantly flashed to my water fight with Jenna when we were in California. We had just started to become really good friends, and I had scared her after she had come back, extremely tired from her Grandma's house, doing work for pay, as she really wanted a better phone, and her parents said she should work for it. I still hated that she left, that I couldn't get in touch with her. I could only imagine what she went through, and I hated that I had been such a dick, and that I couldn't fox my mistakes anymore- it was too late. All I wanted was to meet her again- for us to become friends the way we used to. I had admitted that I loved her, and maybe I still do. Even with memories, what I feel for her is nothing like what I feel for Sandy, my current girlfriend. The little things that Jen did seemed so perfect in comparison to Sandy's. Sandy was a great person, but she wasn't for me. Her fake blonde hair and her slightly annoying high voice was horrible. I knew that I shouldn't be using her, and that I should break up with her I just needed to get over Jenna. I knew that I wasn't gonna find her- the odds weren't in my favour. At all.
But I couldn't help but hope, that maybe I might meet her, and maybe still, that she might feel the same way I do for me as I do for her.
The thing was, I knew that Haz still loved her too.
Soon, I filled up my water gun while thinking these thoughts, reliving memories, and threatened the boys with ice cold water if they didn't accompany me to Starbucks. Unfortunately, we were mobbed on the way, and had to get through our fans. I love them- to bits, but I needed some space at times. However, the life was well worth it, and I loved it.
We signed autographs and took pictures, but I urged the boys along, desperate for some black coffee, and Starbucks made it best. I couldn't take it from our Nespresso anymore.
However, I hadn't expected to find her there. As I closed the doors to the Starbucks, hoping the owner wouldn't mind since we were doing it for a valid reason, I heard Harry mutter,"Holy shit. Jenna?"

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