November // n.h

iv

               F O U R

I find it funny how I apologised to Nina to just get angry with her after a minute. But I had a right reason! She gave my number to a bloke that I wanted to ignore for the rest of my life and right now, as my phone is lying right beside me, it keeps on buzzing with new messages.

Oh yes, Niall. The Irishman from the most known band, keeps on texting me and apologising. Maybe I was a little too rude to him but I don’t care. At least now he knows how much the vinyl meant to me and he feels what I felt then, just a tad bit of it.

And another text reaches my phone, buzzing once more and all that I can feel is the tingling in my hands to strangle Nina. This is the worst thing that she has ever done to me. Never have I ever thought about sharing my own mobile number with a famous person. I didn’t feel the need to share it with Niall, too.

I look at the screen and a short message is viewed right before my eyes.

Could you help me?

I can’t help but feel the curiosity rising on the inside of me. He needed help from a stranger. But why would he? I curse under my breath as I press the green button, dialling his number. Why am I doing this? 

“What is it?” I ask as soon as he picks up the phone. If it happens to be something small, something there would be no need on helping him. Maybe people say karma always comes back around but Niall is just a stranger to me. And I don’t believe in karma.

“Could you meet me at the beach? Please, it’s really urgent.”

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I cross my arms over my chest as I looked into the empty space right in front of me. The wind brushing my face and bare arms. How could I be so thoughtless and come to the beach on a cold November evening without a jumper to cover my arms?

Rubbing my shoulders to get a little more warmth, I sigh quickly. He has been late. Apparently, I was supposed to meet him at the beach five minutes after the call and I am standing here for around ten now. Another five and I am heading home. If he thinks that this is some sort of a joke then it’s not funny at all.

A warm material is placed on my shoulders after a minute. I turn around and notice a familiar face. Yet I don’t smile. The bloke is looking at me and I am looking back at him, not daring myself to break the eye contact. He was supposed to be here minutes ago but he’s late.

“I’m sorry.” He says after a while. I break the eye contact and look ahead, not taking off his jumper; not saying a word. “It’s just, one of my mates called and…” He tries to explain himself but knows that I am not waiting for the explanation; I am actually waiting for the reason that I had to come here. “Never mind, I didn’t mean to come late.”

“Alright, no worries. Can you just get to the point already, please?” I ask looking at him again with my eyebrows furrowed. It’s like he’s dragging the explanation on purpose; like there is no reason for me to be here at all. “What am I supposed to help you with?”

“Um, I was just…” He started stuttering and I could swear that on the inside of me, frustration was rising ever so slowly. But as it will get to it’s limit I am not sure if Niall will complete his sentence and give me that reason. He dragged me here for nothing. “I wrote a song and I just thought that maybe you could check it for me.”

The rising level of my frustration stops and confusion replaces it. It’s like every time, Niall is talking to me or Nina is talking to me about him, I get confused. I let out a short breath, eyes still focused on him. “Me? You want me to check your song?” I ask still confused but more importantly, shocked. “Why?”