A Bad Romance

BEING SAD

Fat.
Loser.
Ugly.
Stupid.
Dyke.
Boring.

Even though the other staff members made the girls leave, their words still remained in my head, tormenting me as I churned out coffee after coffee.
Today was warm, so I was wearing hot pants and a crop top. 'Cute',I thought, as I put them on, 'ugly', I think now. 'Slutty'. I think now.
A tear rolls it's way down my cheek. I wipe it away quickly.
Another one.
Wipe.
Tear.
Wipe.
All of a sudden, there are too many tears to wipe away.
Sobbing, I quickly make my way to the bathroom, where I put my shaking body in a cubicle, hold back my hair, and vomit.

Half an hour later, I emerge. The other employee shoots me an annoyed look, and I mutter a sorry, as I shove back on my apron.

I put on the radio, it's just some band I dislike, but all the mean girls love, Fall Out Boy, I think. But maybe it's Fall Out Man?
Dosn't matter.
Nothing really matters, to me, because I'm just a poor girl, from a poor family. I sigh.
The song ends, a new one comes on. I instantly recognize the tune as that amazing love song, 'Steal my girl', by, the one and only, One Direction! It's the best love song that Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall have ever written, possibly the best love song ever!
I sing along
"Every body wanna steal my girl, everybody wanna-"
I'm cut off suddenly, by a deeper, male voice-
"Take her heart away!"
I spin, round, facing a man in his twenties.
I blink, he gestures for me to start singing again. I blink again, and sing;
"Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean-"
He sings, now
"And every jaw drops when she's in those jeans, alright"
I smile, and we continue on singing, until the song is over. Nirvana is on, but I hate them, so I switch off the radio.
I face the man now.
"Your a really good singer" I say, blushing a little. He's very cute.
"That was my band" he says, bashfully, looking down at his feet. So cute.
"Nirvana or..." I say.
"No, One Direction" he says, blushing harder now.

It takes a moment to sink in, bit whine it does-

"Harry Styles?!?" I say loudly, blushing.
He nods smiling a little.
I take a deep breath in.
"Y-you...your bands music it-it-... Saved my life".
He looks at me, kindly.
"How?" He whispers, softly.
And so I begin, telling him everything about me.