Cheater

Chapter One

I stepped outside of my flat and the cold October breeze hit me like a brick wall. I wrapped my light jacket around my slim body and rushed down the few stairs there were.

I pulled out my phone from the tight pockets in my jeans, fuck. I have work in ten minutes! I shoved my cellular device back into the pockets and ran down the street.

Each step I took I became more breathless than the last. I wasn't exactly an athlete. Running was a very weak skill of mine, clearly I needed to work a little more harder on it, though. Now, I'm going to be about ten minutes late for my shift.

Unfortunately, there were so many red lights I was forced into waiting at. It pisses me off so much!

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It is now quarter past five. I am officially getting murdered. The small bell rang on top of the double doors as I pushed my body weight against it.

I ran towards the back room to remove my outdoor clothing. We all had our own small lockers for the belongings we carried along for our shift. I approached the locker number 28; that was mine.

I pulled open the red door and placed everything inside. I took my small apron out and wrapped it around my waist, emptying the pockets that contained random knick knacks from my previous shift.

My head was spinning due to the exercise that I just preformed. I'm surprised I'm still alive! I giggled at my own thoughts, but was rudely interrupted by an irish boy entering the room.

"Harry!" He hissed, while grabbing my waist and pressing his lips to mine. I was taken aback, why is Niall kissing me? I kissed back, obviously.

It didn't spark anything like how they claim in movies. That's just a load of bullshit they push into your head to make you believe love exists. It doesn't.

Niall pulled back and giggled, clearly intoxicated. He had the night off, but he was the bartender so he had fifty percent off of anything he'd like.

I swiftly moved passed him and scurried into the dining area. Here we go.

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My first few tables were simple. Nothing too chaotic. Just about two or three meals per table. Each containing parents and young children.

It brought joy to my heart- seeing a family so happy and functional. Mine never necessarily worked out. My dad left, my step dad recently passed away, and fuck. Here I go again with the crying.

My step dad, Robin, was the only real father figure I've ever had. When I was 18, I gave him adoption papers for me to be his full child. He cheered and bursted into tears at the same time. It was beyond a phenomenal sight.

I loved Robin so much- more than my own words could simply explain. His funeral made me break down. I yelled and swore at anything that could have caused his cancer.

"A beautiful thing" the priest would repeat on several occasions. That made me build up with anger and hate the elder man with every inch of feeling that remained.

My mom hid in her room for months. Gemma and I had to care for her. It broke my heart even more. I'll never tell anyone that the feelings I have inside could take my life any second. Nobody will understand that.

I was snapped back into reality when the bell rang, meaning someone entered the restaurant. I slipped in front of them and my eyes sank deep into this beautiful boy that stood ahead of me. He looked about twenty three. His hair placed perfectly, yet slightly messy. The older looking boy had eyes that could send you into a whole new dimension! It was a deep ocean blue, a very rare colour I must say.

He coughed, signalling for me to quit staring and seat him. I raised up a menu and began the same boring questions I ask every day.

"For how many?"

"Two, please."

With that, I hummed in response and began walking to a small table for two beside a window. It was beautiful weather, in my opinion. The rain began about an hour ago, and the dark sky took over.

This calmed me on so many different levels.

The man took his seat. I didn't notice the young blonde boy shadowing behind him like a ghost. He looked similar to the attractive man, but not exactly.

"What would you like to drink, sir?" I asked with some sort of hopeful glint in my eyes.

"Oh, my name is Louis. Please don't call me sir-" he laughed, and damn! How could a laugh be so fricken adorable? "And can I please have an iced tea?"

"Coming right up!" I laughed, handing him the menu.

"And what about for you, you little cutie?" I asked, bending over to listen to the younger boy.

"Um... daddy? What can I get?" he giggled, rubbing at his eyes. He was obviously very tired.

"Anything you want, Freddie." So the child's name is Freddie. That's so cute!

"C-can I get an apple juice?" He turned and smiled at me. Jesus, how can he be so adorable. He looked about three years old.

"You sure can!" I giggled, writing his order down. I then handed the younger boy a menu and faced the older man.

He was staring at me. But the second we made eye contact he shifted the other direction. I smirked and spoke to Louis.

"I'll be back to get your orders!"

With that I turned to retrieve their drinks.

Zayn, the chef in the back, looked at me as I entered the large room.

"What are you all gushy about?" He giggled. I had always admired Zayn. He was a year older than me, but he was my best friend.

We hung out almost four days a week, excluding work. So in total I suppose that is... A whole week!

I stopped thinking in my head and smiled at the darker skinned boy.

"An iced tea and an apple juice" I spoke.

He nodded his head and slid the two drinks down the long counter.

I scurried back to the small table were I found the man speaking to a woman. FUCK.

Of course I didn't know him, but he seemed like a nice lad that I would like to take out for dinner.

I approached the table and set the drinks down.

"Are you ready to order?" I sort of hissed.

"Yes, and may we please make this a table for three?" He said. His hands were over his eyes, he looked seemingly stressed out.

I agreed and placed the menu in front of the female with long brown hair.

Louis shook his head and pushed the menu away from the girl.

"No, she will be eating a cheating soup." He hissed and stormed off into the bathroom. The small boy, Freddie, chased after his father.

The female looked amused but hurt, at the time I didn't care. Something had happened here and I was relieved she cheated.

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Im sorry i've been gone, I will try to update other stories. Please enjoy this new one though!:)
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