Meeting Life (Narry)

Chapter 1

Looking up at the wall across me, I could see the clock showing another half hour after the end of my shift. Returning my eyesight to what I was doing, I continued polishing the cup that was in my hand. It was not something I had to do but something I did to ignore going home, because I knew if I got out of there at 12AM like I should I would only be adding some time to the already eternity I spent alone in my room.

As I put the cup on my hands down wanting to grab the next one, Daniel, the owner of the pub I worked at, walk past me."You can go now."

"I'm just going to finish these." I tilted my head towards the four cups left on the balcony.

"Kid," He stopped after a few more steps, turning around and walking back to me. "You've been here for three years now. When are you planning to take some time off?"

"I just don't feel the need to." I answered truthfully. I had actually been working there since the end of college, three full years ago, and had never asked for a couple of days off. Working from midday to midnight was actually quite beneficial for me, since it kept my mind from wandering around. Some days though, it was extremely hard preventing my thoughts from ending up on its most common subject, One Direction. I could not say that I loved working in a pub - mainly because of all the fights the overly drunk men constantly had -, only that I liked visiting other pubs from time to time. My love for One Direction, that was hard to explain.

"Then you're fired." Daniel said resuming his walk.

"What?" My eyes shockingly followed his back right before he turned around once more.

"Well, not permanently, just for some time." He jogged back to the balcony, rephrasing his previous statement. "I'm essentially forcing you to take same holidays."

"Can you even do that?" I started to take my kind of apron off.

"I'm not sure, but I'm the boss, so I should be able to do whatever I want." He spoke again. "Come back in a month." He completed whilst turning around and walking away, this time for good. After strongly exhaling, I figured there was nothing I could do besides coming back in a month, so, after I collected all my stuff from the back, I walked out of the pub.

When I got out, I quickly took my EarPods out and plugged them to my IPhone, putting my number one playlist (all four of One Direction's albums) on. Like always, I put it on shuffle, just because I couldn't bring my mind to choose one specific song, since my love for the 65 songs (yes, I knew the exact number, that's how much of a fan I was) was equal, starting to walk home.

After my walk from home to work, that was my favourite walk, from work to home. In the morning I got to see all these amazingly beautiful houses surrounded by these captivating gardens where the grass was more green than, well, the colour green itself. At dawn, I got to see all that illuminated by the streetlights - which, believe me or not, was as incredible as when it was lighten by the sun. The one reason I liked my day walk the best was that I also got to see people.

Outsiders usually thought that, because Ireland was a cold country, the people were cold too - which is not true at all. At least in my county, people were always very nice too each other and I was not an exception. From the "good morning"s I received whilst going to work to the "good afternoon"s and "good night"s I earned whilst taking a break to come outside of the pub and breathe some non-alcoholised air by people walking in the streets, it was clear that in my hometown there was no such thing as rude, cold, people.

On my night walk I didn't see much movement, what let my mind fly to its centre, One Direction. I had been a fan of One Direction since the beginning of the X-Factor days (I would be lying if I said I didn't know every word they ever said on every video diary) and, apparently, my obsession back then came to stay. Over four years later, a day still didn't go by without me thinking of the four boys: Tommo, Payno, Bradford BadBoy and, of course, the extraordinarily handsome Harry Styles - because no nickname is good enough for him except perhaps sexgod.