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Her Fanboy

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"Louis. Sort the soup cans," My manager instructs me. I mentally scoff.
I work in a tiny store around the block. I don't make much, but it's enough. And anyway, I always need to be close to my Jamie so that somebody won't steal her. Shut up. It's not weird at all.
"Yes sir," I reply as I walk over to the table with the soup cans and take one to start. Quickly, I start stacking them into rows and then continuing the rows from the top.
I'm almost finished, until I hear a tinkle from the bell that makes noise when somebody walks in. I tilt my head to see who it is, and I almost drop my cans.
Fuck. It's not Jamie Mia.

Ugh, I always get so excited whenever I hear someone walk in. I always hope it'll be the real Jamie, since her home town is Doncaster and she used to live somewhere around the place I rented my flat in.

I dropped a can, so I go to pick it up.
I stack it back on top and check my watch. It's almost 10:00, the end of my shift. I work in the mornings, mostly, but occasionally I say "okay" to a later job shift.

"Anything else, sir?" I ask my boss hopefully, hoping that he'll let me out early.
"No. That's all. Bye."

Not very warm but I'll take it.
I prance out of the shop like a ballerina and scan the area like I always do. I follow the street down to my flat, checking my phone on the way.
I decide to see Jamie - who now follows me, hell yes - if she's tweeted anything. To my surprise, she has.

Ahh! I'm so excited to meet you guys! Meet and greet on wed. ;)

WHAT!?
WHY WAS I NOT AWARE OF THIS SHIT!?

I quickly dial Harry's phone number and bring the phone to my ear.
"HAROLD!" I screech and he moans.

"Okay. Call Niall. He'll explain about Jamie."
I angrily dial Niall's phone.

"HORAN!" I yell angrily.
"Look, I'm sorry about Jamie. You bought tickets or something for the meet-and-greet but I took them."
"I bought!?" I scratch my arm.

"No. You got some for your birthday, but you were saving them."
"Damn it, Niall!" I yell, causing some people to look at me.

"Come over to my flat. I'll give you them. Dang. I thought we could get away with it.."

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