heartbreak weather // niall horan

two.

The drive back to her house from the grocery store wasn't a long one. She thought herself to be blessed to live ten minutes from such a shopping community; she never had to drive far for really anything. It was nice.

When Delaney pulled into the driveway of her home and placed the car in park, she pulled the handicapped tag from her mirror. She stuck it between the roof of her car and her sun visor so that it wouldn't warp in the summer heat. Delaney then turned down the volume of her music and unplugged the AUX cord from her phone, shoving the cord promptly back into the center console where it resided.

She hummed the tune of the last song that was playing as she unlocked the car and popped the trunk. Getting in and out of the car was sometimes difficult, it really depended on how much her knee and hip, her entre right leg basically, were bothering her. Today, it wasn't that much of an issue.

Delaney made her way to the trunk of her Honda Accord and pushed it open fully. She fixed her bag that was on her shoulder and stuffed her keys and phone into the pockets of her jeans, seeing as she needed both hands to carry the groceries.

As she grabbed the groceries and managed to shut the trunk with the assistance of the gallon of milk, she reminded herself that she'd need to lock her car once she got inside. With a huff and a glance to the sky, she then realized that she would have to get her keys out of her pocket so that she could unlock the front door. This meant setting down the groceries and picking them up again, which wasn't really that much of a hassle, but Delaney is the laziest person that she knows.

She managed to get up the one porch step she had just fine, but as soon as she did, one of the grocery bags ripped. Next thing she knows, something falls at her feet. She automatically assumes the world is against her at the moment. Glancing down to her feet, the box of pizza is just glaring back at her. Perhaps it's laughing, who knows.

Before she bends down to pick it up, a voice pipes up cheerily from behind her.

"Did you need help with that?"

Her eyes shut tightly and she could not help the annoyed noise that left her lips so quickly. The world was now most definitely against her, because there was no way this was actually happening right now. Delaney really wanted to turn around and chuck the gallon of milk at this person as hard as she could, but she rolled her shoulders back and composed herself, deciding not to. She turned to face them, not stopping the words from flying out her mouth.

"What the actual fuck are you doing here?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

The audacity of this man.

"Did you follow me home, Niall?"

"Maybe. What's so wrong about that?"

She nearly dropped the rest of her groceries when she realized he wasn't kidding with his question.

"Of course, you're a dude. How could you possibly understand that there's something wrong with this situation?" Nonetheless, she sighs and gently places the gallon of milk and the other bag of groceries down at her feet before placing her hands on her hips to give the man a glare. "Niall. You followed me home. Do you understand how creepy that is?"

"But you know me."

"That's fucking great?! It doesn't matter if I know you! If I didn't say to follow me home, you don't follow me home!"

"Why are you making this such a big deal?" He moved from his car that he had parked on the curb and was now halfway between it and Delaney's home, standing on the lawn.

"Niall, I swear to shit, I thought you had a brain!" And Niall pouted at that, but she continued. "Think of this way. What if we were wherever the hell you lived, and I followed you home. Hmm? What then?"