Loved you first (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 4 "Small world"

Chapter 4

I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm and since my phone was surprisingly not beside me and worse is that it was situated to the table near the door, so I wasn’t able to snooze. I sighed remembering what happened yesterday and I hoped today would be much better. Last night, Carly wouldn’t stop shrieking and shouting things like omgf I can’t even and how could you and a whole bunch of other stuff. She said that if she was in my place, she would totally accept Niall Horan’s offer but the only thing is SHE’S NOT ME. I stood up, trying my best not to fall, and walked to the shower. Hopefully, this day will be better. Hopefully.

After I took a bath, I wore my usual clothes - denim jacket over my plain white shirt, shorts and sneakers. I decided I would just grab coffee by the nearest coffee shop I would find, that is if I’m lucky enough to actually find one. I’m not yet familiar with this place and my friend, who is also attending the same university, is out of town with her family, but she’ll be home before uni starts. Her flat is not far from here so yay me!

I grabbed my phone and made my way to the door. I checked the time and it was just 8:30 am. Wow that’s early. I walked as I tried to remember when to turn left. I passed a familiar bakery and It felt good because I knew I was in the right way. I turned left and walked a few more, hoping to find what I was looking for. Not long, a coffee shop was in sight. Gladly, I only saw a few people through the glass windows. I made my way to the door when suddenly someone from the inside opened the door first and before I knew it, the glass door hit my head.  So much for my ‘better day’

“Ouch!” I said as I massaged my forehead.

“Oh I’m sorry miss.” A familiar voice said as he rushed into my assistance. He held my shoulders and was trying to take a look at my head but he couldn’t since my hand was covering my face, practically because of the sudden headache and shame. He led me to an empty table outside the shop and asked me to sit, which I did follow because well, I had no choice.

“Let me take a look at it.”  I carefully removed my hands off my forehead and looked at him. While he was busy checking my head, I studied him and wondered why his voice was somehow familiar. He wore shades and a beanie, showing little of his messy brown hair. Suddenly that’s when I remembered.

“You?”

“uhh..me?”

“Yes, you! You were that nasty guy from the mall yesterday.” I said as I stood up, pointing a finger at him accusingly. Suddenly I realized I called him nasty and honestly I did not intend to call him that, let’s just say it was a slip of the tongue.

“Excuse me?”

“That guy who spilled coffee all over my shirt and embarrassed me in front of people by shouting at me. Remember? The mean words and stuff,” I said desperately, my voice was trailing off. Suddenly panicked shot through me, what if he wasn’t that guy?