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3. Niall

By the time I had fallen asleep the sun had come up. I couldn't stay asleep much. I was up and out of my bed, already getting ready to get to work. I have the morning shift today. Really no excitement there.

I left my apartment twenty minutes before I needed to start. There isn't time for me to waste. Everyday is the same. Ever since the Sara mess there wasn't anything that I could do with my life. No future. No nothing. I can't expect anything amazing to happen to me. What good can come after the bullshit that I went through. Happily ever afters don't exist. Atleast not in my world.

When I get to the garage I get right to work. I only get two cars done in the four hours I'm in. There isn't much to do today. Like there is anything any other day. Though it wasn't much of a surprise when I find Harry waiting by my car as soon as I get out at one.

"What are you doing here Harry?" I ask without giving him a second look.

"Get cleaned up man, we're going to eat. I'm starving" Harry pulls himself off my car.

"Where?" I grab a cloth from my seat and wipe the grease off my arms. I pull off my shirt and grab a tank top that hangs on my seat.

"Do you have any idea how cold it is Niall? It's winter and you still wear that shit?" I roll my eyes at Harry's comments.

"I don't see any snow" He chuckles lightly.

"Come on let's go, I have something to talk about with you" He gets into the car and I drive us to a diner nearby.

Harry doesn't say much on the ride there. Just as we order our lunch he's quiet for awhile. Whatever he wants to say, he's afraid to do so. And as long as I'm aware, I'm not going to like it. He better not have done something fucking stupid.

"So last night" He begins.

"What the fuck did you do?" I ask.

"Nothing just right after you left I met some girls, one of them has a birthday today and I said I would take them to a club. I also said I would bring a friend" I roll my eyes and pound my fist on the table startling Harry to lean back in his chair.

"Damnit Harry I've told you before I don't want you to bring me into your little games" I remind him.

"Yes I know but this isn't a game Niall. I promised I'd meet them there with a friend. And I'm asking you"

"No, I'm not going" I decline immediately.

"What? You have something better to do?" I've never been interested in clubs. Or any of that kind of exciting adventure. I've had enough of it, and I know how it ends.

"Come on Niall, you never do anything with us anymore" The lady with our food arrives and I am thankful she has come to my rescue in ending this discussion.

"I never did anything with you guys" Is the last thing I say as I begin to eat.

"I promised them that I would bring a friend" He persuades.

"That's why I don't promise anything" I don't look at him as I eat. He'll get the idea that I have no interest in hanging out with him tonight whatsoever.

"Alright fine I'll bring Jason with me then, if you decide to change your mind we'll be in the one four blocks away from your apartment building" He looks upset but I couldn't give two fucks.

I was out of there as soon as I was done with my food. Harry had mentioned again where he would be at later tonight and asked me to look into it. It's a hard day for me. And Harry can be so needy like a girl begging for attention to her boyfriend. In this case he's a friend asking another friend to hook him up with some girls. Like that'll ever happen.

The time isn't even three when I arrive to my apartment. There isn't much else left to do for the day except stay in. It really fucking sucks when I have nothing to do and all I could think about is what happened on this day a year ago. It's making me go nuts. My life is ruined because of Sara. And all the pieces are too damn small to even pick them up and put them back together. Fuck, I wouldn't waste my time. It's too much to handle. Which is the reason as to why I do nothing about it. My life isn't fixable. It's fucked up and it'll stay that way. Before it might've been perfect. Although there is no such thing as perfect, to me, it was. In every way possible. My parents were "in love", we lived in a big house for my sister and I, we were in school and happy with what we had. There was barely any argument. Up until all that was taken away from me. And now, that's why I've become the person I am. I don't regret anything. I never asked for all of this. I have no one. And surprisingly, I don't mind. I'm better off alone. I know the way I treat Harry, and all of my other friends. I'm a pain in their ass. And quite frankly, I don't care. It's not like they'll stick around forever. It doesn't work that way. It never has. People aren't forever, just like wounds aren't either. What will always stay forever is the feeling of a bad doing, and the scar that they cause.

This free time alone with nothing to do has gotten me thinking of the worst. I wanted to forget what happened on this day, and having nothing to do doesn't seem to helping with it. I should've taken Harry's offer. Or maybe I should have a drink of my own. Maybe that'll help and ease my anger. It sure has before.