Coffee shop love ( Daithi de Nola x reader)

Passing the line

-Megan's POV-

Here I am, laying on my bed staring at my white ceiling. Thinking of him. Why? Why must he always sneak into my mind. I sit here, feeling self pity, but something interrupted my pity.  I look down to see my phone light up with a message on it

"Hey, it's Daithi, from the cafe. Is this Megan?" The unknown messenger has texted

Daithi? What? How in the hell could he have gotten my number?! And I was worried of looking like a stalker?! This guy has a number, I never gave to him!

"How did you get my number?" I texted back, shaking a little. I mean this is a prank right? This can't be real. It can't be!

"Your friend, umm, I think she said her name was Lizzie gave me it through your steam dm. Said you were feeling down and thought I could help." The messenger replied

Lizzie?! She did this?! How do I know this isn't her just pretending to be him?! That sneaky little jerk. Why the hell is she doing this?!

"Why would she ask that?" I texted back, hoping he would have a good reply.

"Said she thought I could help. Can I?" He messaged back

Can he? I mean, he's nice and all, but i highly doubt he could help.

*knock knock*

I look towards my door. I know it's Lizzie. I'm pissed at her for all different kinds of reasons now.

"What?" I ask rudely

"You still upset?" Lizzie asked, innocently

I get up to my door and swing it open. I know she could see the anger in my eyes. And the force I used to open the door was a good hint towards my anger as well.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I asked, yelling.

Her eyes widened. Does she not know why I'm mad?! Come on! She has to know what she did. For one, invaded my privacy by going into my computer, then gave Daithi my phone number!

"May, I ask why you are so angry?" She asked, with a bit of scaredness in her tone.

"You honestly have to ask?!" I yelled, walking towards her, getting closer and closer. "Why the hell would you give him my phone number?! And not to mention you didn't even ask!" My voice getting louder after each word. I'm fuming, angry, pissed you name it.

You could tell she was sorry, thought she was helping, but still. What made her think I would be ok with this?

"I-I wanted t-to help! I'm sorry!" She yelled back, stuttering a little

"How would that help?" I ask

"You were sad! So, I thought Daithi could help."

"I barely know him."

"You like him though."

"No I don't!" I yelled, getting defensive.

"Fine, ok, ok you don't. Guess I was wrong" Lizzie said, trying her best to avoid eye contact.

"Please, next time, before you give someone my number, ask me first." I said, calming down.

She finally looked at me In the eyes, and nodded. I knew she was sorry. I pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you for trying." I whispered

"Your welcome, I guess." She whispered back.

"Come on." I said walking away, motioning for her to follow.