STORM | Niall Horan |

Prologue

Prologue

"No, Daniel! This is it! I hate you, and stop calling me for god's sake! I'm breaking up, got it?! If I ever see you around me again, I'm going to call the cops."

After those harsh words had left my lips, I pressed the End Call button on my phone, throwing it onto my bed while sinking down onto the flower-printed sheets, tears began to roll down my cheeks.

Daniel was my boyfriend. Well, had been. Our relationship had been like peaches and cream, everything went perfect, until I caught him cheating on me when I decided to pay him a surprise visit at home.

The curvy blonde on top of him had been enough of an explanation for me, so I didn't even bother to let him say anything. I had simply left without looking back. He had called me soon after and when I was at home, I finally picked up and told him my opinion.

This was so frustrating. What did I do wrong in our relationship that he felt the need to cheat on me? We had been dating for almost a year now, and we did a lot together; movies, amusement parks, even a trip to Paris was included in our activities.

Maybe it was because I refused to have sexual intercourse with him... I was very careful with this topic, and almost a year was not enough of a time to do something as intimate as this with someone. I wasn't a virgin, but I was not experienced either.

I had sex once, in the second grade of high school, and that turned out to be a huge mistake. My boyfriend at that time ignored me after that, and I guess that he had been with me only to take my precious away from me. So... Guess I ended up in a similar situation.

In the end, I was always the one getting betrayed.

Getting up from my bed after about half an hour of non-stop crying and sniffing, I walked over to my mirror to look at myself; god, I looked horrid. My eyes were bloodshot and swollen, while there were huge dark rings under them.

My cheeks were drenched, but also partially filled with dried tears. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I took a tissue paper and wiped my tears away, when my stomach suddenly began to grumble. I hadn't eaten dinner, and I had originally planned to do that with Daniel.

Once I was finished with drying my face, I grabbed my coat and purse and decided to go for a trip to McDonalds. I would have to drown my sadness in a Big Mac, accompanied by a cool drink and McFlurry ice cream.

The fast food restaurant was not far away from the apartment complex I lived in, so I decided to go by walking. And since Daniel would most likely call me up the whole time (he already did it but my phone was on silent), I simply left my phone at home.

Stepping out of the elevators, I finally reached the exit of the huge building I lived in, making my way towards McDonalds while stuffing my hands in the pockets of my black coat and keeping my head down, my straight, blonde hair partially covered my face.

It was unlikely for someone to be out at this time of day to see me like this, so I didn't bother to put make-up on, and believe me, I looked like a sack of agony. No matter how beautiful you were, you couldn't look good after crying for half an hour straight.

Once I reached the fast food store, I got into the line behind a younger couple that made me face the ground. I was in a weak estate at the moment, and a cute couple was literally the last thing I needed to get shoved into my face. I hope you break up soon, I thought in my frustration and sighed heavily.

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Photo of Jolie on the side! Face claim is Dianna Agron.