Stole My Heart (A Ziall and Larry Love Story)

Chapter 12 - Our Spot

*Author's Note*

So, I decided to upload because I had nothing else to do. I apologise in advance for how short and how awful this chapter is but I wanted to ease you in ready for the drama in the next chapter but there is another little lyrics reference in there, and at least two more fun facts that true directioners should spot. Anyway hope you enjoy it and continue to read, vote, follow etc. This chapter is dedicated to @zoeybrook, thank you for following me. - Scott xx

Liam's POV

My heart is racing and I can feel my palms getting sweaty, I've never felt so nervous... and guilty. Each step down the street became harder than the last, like my body was protesting against what I'm about to do, what I have to do, what I want to do, what I need to do. Not just for me, but for Danielle too. It has to end this way, before things get out of hand. Just a clean break, we'll part on amicable terms, no tears, no arguments, maybe we'll even stay friends.

Who am I kidding? This will break her heart no matter how I phrase it. And I'm Liam Freaking Payne for Christ's sake, I can't lie anymore, I have to tell exactly why we're breaking up. And then there will be tears, a lot of tears, and a large argument that could easily turn into a fight. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why did I ever have to set eyes on Beth? I hate her for all of this. With her stupid big tits and cute little ass. And her dumb pink hair that highlights her eyes beautifully. And that god damn laugh that drives me crazy. And that perfect smile that takes my breath away. And the way that just her presence in a room gives me butterflies...

Oh, what the fuck am I talking about? I can never hate Beth! I'm in love with the girl! Completely and utterly head other heels. Truly, madly, deeply. Wow, that sounds corny as hell. But it's true, she practically saved me. Not that I needed saving from Danielle but, well, yeah.

Shit, I'm at the door of the café already! How did that happen? And there's Danielle, sat at our usual table in the corner. We always come here because it's usually just full of old ladies sipping tea, eating scones and sharing the latest gossip. It's a nice change from screaming fans who think it's appropriate to flash us and throw tampons at Harry on stage. Although that was quite funny. I guess you could say that the café is 'our spot', which I guess is probably a bad thing today. Why didn't I think of that before? I'm going to break my girlfriend's heart in her favourite place, in our spot. That's low.

I finally muster up the courage to open the door and the little bell tinkles announcing my arrival. Danielle looks up at me and gives a weak smile. Her eyes look red and she seems tired. Did she even sleep last night? I know I didn't and I probably look awful for it. Does she suspect why we're here today? I don't if that's good or bad. This is so hard. I mean, yeah, sure, I've broken up with girls before but this is different. This is Dani. The girl I once loved with all my heart. The girl who still loves me. I felt a tear welling in the corner of my eye and fought it back. I can't afford to cry now, I have to be strong for when this happens, I have to tell Danielle everything. I weakly smile back at her and make my way to the table and sit down opposite her.

“Hello again dears, the usual is it? Latte with two sugars, black americano no sugar, and two slices of the chocolate sponge with vanilla ice-cream. Oh, and one fork, one spoon. Not two spoons.”

“Yeah, thanks Angie.”

Like I said, this is our spot.