Chapter 4.Simple, Sweet, and Chaste

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I woke up the next morning at about 8:00 am, considering I have my breakfast date with Sarah. Last night I didn’t even give her time to answer me back, I just kind of ended it assuming she would show up. Sort of trying to be smooth, but yet not a cocky jack ass. I slowly hobbled my way to the shower of my hotel room. I rubbed my eyes, and thought about how my morning and day was going to plane out. An advantage was I was seeing Sarah after 8 long months of agonizing loneliness, of course I had my best mates with me, but nothing could fill that void of the emptiness Sarah had left me, when I told her my secret. I still feel that tear in my heart getting larger and larger everyday Sarah had left, sure I tried my best to cope with it, but everything was foggy and unpleasant to me. I would never forgive myself for keeping such a thing from the love of my life. I mentally slapped myself several times, for thinking about her so much, but nothing would ever make me feel normal again. I always went straight to alcohol, on my bad days and get madly shit faced or I wouldn’t leave my bed and my band mates would have to pry every piece of my body off the bed because I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. But today is a new day, and a new start for both Sarah and I. We’re seeing each other again, after so long I just couldn’t tame the butterflies in my stomach. I finished up with my shower and got dressed. I wanted to look my best, so I wore what I thought looked best. I put on a maroon polo, tan chinos, and my grey Jack Wills jacket. I styled my hair perfectly, brushed my teeth, and sprayed some Armani cologne on my wrists and neck. I took a look inside the full body mirror the hotel room provided and was satisfied with how clean  cut and put together I truly looked. Suddenly my tummy was growling at me to get some food, so I looked at the clock and it was ten till nine, perfect I thought. I grabbed my phone from its charger and headed out of my room. I scrolled through my twitter answering back a couple of my fans and decided to text Sarah, wait…I thought. My hands became sweaty wondering if I should just wait incase I’m rushing her or she doesn’t want to hear from me for some odd reason. I held back the urge to text her and just made my way out the back entrance of the hotel, avoiding fans. I hopped into the backseat of the cab I had called earlier and told him where to go. 

“4356 Mitchell Ave. Please take me to the back entrance.” I informed the driver. 

“Sure thing sir.” The old man’s London accent rolled through the car assuring me. 

 Within five or ten minutes we arrived at the back entrance. I looked at the café looming in the later events still to come, teasing me. As if telling me she isn’t going to be there and why the hell did I even come hear. I studied the people inside the café before leaving the cab, I hadn’t seen Sarah yet. Thoughts and colorful words filled my brain screaming and informing me she wasn’t going to show up at all. But under all the screaming and arguing inside my head, I still dragged myself inside to prepare to wait for the girl that is behind all this chaos. I found a table near the giant tiled window so I was prepared to see her coming. I ordered some tea and began to wait, wait, and wait. I looked at my phone, its only 9:06. It felt like I was waiting three days for her to show her face, and crashing its way into my thoughts, I saw Sarah walking her way down the side walk and into the café. My body went into a nervous break down, my palms, armpits, and anything sticking to clothing began to sweat. I felt my cheeks heat up and my left leg begin to bob up and down, I chewed on my lip vigorously in thought of her, she actually came, she actually came! I wanted to scream to the world she actually came to see me, Niall James Horan, but I hid all the excitement underneath and focused on keeping my cool. As soon as the *ding* from the bell on top of the door rang, my butterflies began dancing twice as fast making me drink my tea quickly. 

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