Glasses || zustin au

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We found our manager, who told us our shift, and I was fortunate enough (not really) to be on cleaning duty once again. I grumbled in annoyance, grabbing the cleaning supplies and going to do my job.

The first thing I looked for when I started cleaning was Zayn. I let out a sigh of relief, but I also felt a tinge of disappointed. It's been a few days since I last saw him. He was coming for a while, annoying me as always. It's weird how I always seem to be in an okay mood before he comes around, but when he does, I always become annoyed and flustered. I was annoyed because one, he always teases me, and flustered because...

He always teases me.

I swear, I've never become this flustered before he came in my life, and every since he comes in it, it seemed to be all I am. So I'm kind of glad he's not here.

For the next few hours, I spent my time cleaning after people, cleaning their tables, throwing their trash away, sighing in irritation every few minutes because of people laziness. But, it was my job, and I had to deal with it.

Two hours and thirty minutes later, it was finally our break. After I had set my stuff down and the manager took over Niall's shift for a bit, we went outside to his car and got inside. When we did, he turned it on, and we grabbed our backpacks, pulling out our binders and books to begin on our homework.

For the next twenty minutes of our thirty-minute break, we did our homework, and since we had the majority of the same classes, we helped each other. Since I was smarter than Niall (not to be cocky, but I have All A's while he has A's B's and C's), I did the majority of the work and explained it to him so he wouldn't look dumb if the teacher asks him to explain it. We managed to finish our math and science homework before we decided to head back inside. By this time, I was dead beat tired, and I still have two hours left of my shift.

Just great.

That was another reason why I was tired, on top of my job and doing things around the house; I still had to do my homework and study.

I'm so glad it's the weekend, and I was off until Monday.

Sleeping here I come.

We got out the car, Niall locking it behind us, we got side by side and made our way back to the coffee shop. I checked my phone before looking up at Niall, who was smirking at me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Guess who's birthday is in two weeks?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion; then my eyes widened in realization.

It's my birthday in two weeks.

I mean, I'm finally turning eighteen, yay (note my sarcasm). To me, my birthday was just another day. My mom would get me a card and sometimes a cake, but that's all I did to celebrate it. She tries to buy gifts for me and give me money, but I just tell her to contribute that money to pay for stuff that's needed, and that was a gift to me. My birthday just wasn't a big deal to me.

But by the look on Niall's face, he had different plans this year.

"Mine, why?" I asked, hoping the warning in my voice was clear enough.

Niall grinned at me, opening the door of the shop. "Guess what we're going to do for celebration?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

I let out a groan. "Niall, whatever you're thinking - no."

It was his turn to groan. "C'mon man! You won't allow me or my parents to buy you a gift, but this isn't a gift. We're just going to go out!" He exclaimed.

By now, I knew what he wanted to do, and I sighed. "I'm not going to a bar and getting drunk Niall," I said, remembering that's what we did for his birthday. He would occasionally slip me drinks.