My Saviour
Chapter 23
Kylie’s P.O.V
Once the door was shut behind him, I sat down and sighed. It’s going to be weird living on my own after having him there for ages. I made myself some dinner and then went to bed, having nothing else to do in this crappy flat. I wish I could afford something better than this but I can’t, I’ll have to put up with being a poor person…
I woke up and had to get ready for work. I put on my uniform and noticed that it was quite loose and didn’t used to be. I must have lost weight when I was in hospital. I did my hair and make-up and grabbed my bag and keys, walking out of my apartment, locking the door behind me. I decided to use the stairs and ran down them, glad I can do it again. The physio said not to put too much weight on my leg but I need to be at work in 45 minutes so I can’t afford to be slow. I left the apartment building and walked towards the underground station that Harry and I drove past yesterday. It took me about 10 minutes to get there and I bought an underground ticket and ran to catch the tube. I got on and it started going at pretty much the same time. Everyone on the train was looking at me and I felt a little bit creeped out. I got my phone out and had a text from Harry.
From: Harry
Tell me when you get to work baby x
I smiled and went onto Twitter, looking at some of my mentions that had loaded before I lost signal from going underground. There were just lots from crazed fans.
“@onesecondofmix: @kyliejcarter why does Harry even like you? you’re just with him for his money.”
I rolled my eyes and replied.
“@KylieJCarter: @onesecondofmix Yeah that’s why I live in a tiny flat in Acton and work at Frankie and Benny’s. I’m not with him for his money :)”
I scrolled through a few more nice comments and then got another horrible one.
“@penelope1d: @kyliejcarter lives in Acton, just adding to the reasons why we should hate her:/”
I ignored that one; it’s not my choice where I live. I checked my followers and I had around 20,000. I looked and a few were ‘Kyrry’ accounts. Apparently that’s mine and Harry’s ship name. We’ve only been together for a week and already people are shipping us. I looked at the first account which was ‘kyrrylove’ and there were quite a few pictures of us driving to my apartment yesterday. I shut my Twitter and plugged in my headphones listening to some music before having to get off the tube and change to a different line.
When I eventually got to Leicester Square, I texted Harry and walked around the corner to work. I walked in and saw Imogen walking around setting up. We’re not open until 9 and it’s quarter to now. I went into the staffroom and John stood up as I walked in.
“Welcome back Kylie, we’ve missed you.” He said, hugging me. I smiled, knowing that at least someone had.
“Thank you, I missed you too.” I walked over to my locker and opened it, grabbing my apron and putting my bag in, locking it behind me. I put my apron on and walked out of the staffroom, Imi running over.
“Thank god you’re back. It’s so boring without you!” She said, enthusiastically.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad, but I’m going to be here a lot more now that I have to pay rent.”
“You bought an apartment? Where?”
“In North Acton, Harry isn’t too happy but he needs to get over it. I can’t live with him for the rest of my life.” I replied.
“I heard you two finally made it official.”
“From who?” I questioned, puzzled.
“Lauren texted me when you decided to stay instead of going to Paris. I just knew then that you would finally do it and then the tabloids started talking and I knew. Congrats.” She hugged me and then we had to get to work as Sarah instructed. There isn’t really much to do when the whole place is sorted out and not open yet. I swiped my key card to clock in and the doors were opened a few minutes later. There isn’t that many people in Leicester Square at 9am in the morning so it’s quite slow. Once it reached lunchtime, business started picking up, but it wasn’t until 6pm that there was a problem.
“Welcome to Frankie and Benny’s, how many?” I walked over to some girls in line.
“If you’re serving, we’re not staying.” One of them said.
“What’s wrong with me?” I questioned, confused.
“You stole my man.” She replied and I tried not to laugh.
“With all due respect, you were never going to get him anyway,” I said purely because she looked about 15.
I continued the argument with the girls until Sarah walked over.
“What’s going on?” She asked.
“You hired a skank.” One of the girls answered bluntly.
“I’m sorry?” Sarah took a step back.
“She’s a skank. You shouldn’t have hired her. She’s just a bitch wanting Harry’s money.” Another of them said, pointing at me.
“Please leave my restaurant,” Sarah spoke calmly and the girls decided to kick up a fuss but John managed to get them out. Sarah took me into the staffroom. “If you dating Harry is going to lose me customers, I don’t want you working here anymore Kylie. You’re a good worker but if these girls are all going to hate you and refuse to be served by you, I have no use for you here, anyway, go home, your shift is over.” She said and I nodded going to my locker. I got my bag out and put my apron in, shutting the door swiftly and walking out of the staffroom. I clocked out and left the restaurant, going in the direction of the tube station. Now to decide whether to go to Harry’s or back home.
Once the door was shut behind him, I sat down and sighed. It’s going to be weird living on my own after having him there for ages. I made myself some dinner and then went to bed, having nothing else to do in this crappy flat. I wish I could afford something better than this but I can’t, I’ll have to put up with being a poor person…
I woke up and had to get ready for work. I put on my uniform and noticed that it was quite loose and didn’t used to be. I must have lost weight when I was in hospital. I did my hair and make-up and grabbed my bag and keys, walking out of my apartment, locking the door behind me. I decided to use the stairs and ran down them, glad I can do it again. The physio said not to put too much weight on my leg but I need to be at work in 45 minutes so I can’t afford to be slow. I left the apartment building and walked towards the underground station that Harry and I drove past yesterday. It took me about 10 minutes to get there and I bought an underground ticket and ran to catch the tube. I got on and it started going at pretty much the same time. Everyone on the train was looking at me and I felt a little bit creeped out. I got my phone out and had a text from Harry.
From: Harry
Tell me when you get to work baby x
I smiled and went onto Twitter, looking at some of my mentions that had loaded before I lost signal from going underground. There were just lots from crazed fans.
“@onesecondofmix: @kyliejcarter why does Harry even like you? you’re just with him for his money.”
I rolled my eyes and replied.
“@KylieJCarter: @onesecondofmix Yeah that’s why I live in a tiny flat in Acton and work at Frankie and Benny’s. I’m not with him for his money :)”
I scrolled through a few more nice comments and then got another horrible one.
“@penelope1d: @kyliejcarter lives in Acton, just adding to the reasons why we should hate her:/”
I ignored that one; it’s not my choice where I live. I checked my followers and I had around 20,000. I looked and a few were ‘Kyrry’ accounts. Apparently that’s mine and Harry’s ship name. We’ve only been together for a week and already people are shipping us. I looked at the first account which was ‘kyrrylove’ and there were quite a few pictures of us driving to my apartment yesterday. I shut my Twitter and plugged in my headphones listening to some music before having to get off the tube and change to a different line.
When I eventually got to Leicester Square, I texted Harry and walked around the corner to work. I walked in and saw Imogen walking around setting up. We’re not open until 9 and it’s quarter to now. I went into the staffroom and John stood up as I walked in.
“Welcome back Kylie, we’ve missed you.” He said, hugging me. I smiled, knowing that at least someone had.
“Thank you, I missed you too.” I walked over to my locker and opened it, grabbing my apron and putting my bag in, locking it behind me. I put my apron on and walked out of the staffroom, Imi running over.
“Thank god you’re back. It’s so boring without you!” She said, enthusiastically.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad, but I’m going to be here a lot more now that I have to pay rent.”
“You bought an apartment? Where?”
“In North Acton, Harry isn’t too happy but he needs to get over it. I can’t live with him for the rest of my life.” I replied.
“I heard you two finally made it official.”
“From who?” I questioned, puzzled.
“Lauren texted me when you decided to stay instead of going to Paris. I just knew then that you would finally do it and then the tabloids started talking and I knew. Congrats.” She hugged me and then we had to get to work as Sarah instructed. There isn’t really much to do when the whole place is sorted out and not open yet. I swiped my key card to clock in and the doors were opened a few minutes later. There isn’t that many people in Leicester Square at 9am in the morning so it’s quite slow. Once it reached lunchtime, business started picking up, but it wasn’t until 6pm that there was a problem.
“Welcome to Frankie and Benny’s, how many?” I walked over to some girls in line.
“If you’re serving, we’re not staying.” One of them said.
“What’s wrong with me?” I questioned, confused.
“You stole my man.” She replied and I tried not to laugh.
“With all due respect, you were never going to get him anyway,” I said purely because she looked about 15.
I continued the argument with the girls until Sarah walked over.
“What’s going on?” She asked.
“You hired a skank.” One of the girls answered bluntly.
“I’m sorry?” Sarah took a step back.
“She’s a skank. You shouldn’t have hired her. She’s just a bitch wanting Harry’s money.” Another of them said, pointing at me.
“Please leave my restaurant,” Sarah spoke calmly and the girls decided to kick up a fuss but John managed to get them out. Sarah took me into the staffroom. “If you dating Harry is going to lose me customers, I don’t want you working here anymore Kylie. You’re a good worker but if these girls are all going to hate you and refuse to be served by you, I have no use for you here, anyway, go home, your shift is over.” She said and I nodded going to my locker. I got my bag out and put my apron in, shutting the door swiftly and walking out of the staffroom. I clocked out and left the restaurant, going in the direction of the tube station. Now to decide whether to go to Harry’s or back home.
Notes
What's Kylie going to do about the fans disrupting her job?
I just realised it's nearly been a month and I have no idea how I let it get like that. I thought it had only been a week or so but it's been 22 days and that's awful so I'm so sorry. I promise I'll update more often.
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2/12/16