Hating Horan

Starbucks

Starbucks

As I sat on the couch wondering how I was planning on telling Brandon I was moving. Moving to London to go to a university. I sat on the couch thinking how sad he will be when I tell him. He won't get a say in it or anything just me stating I'm moving to London and there no way he can stop me. I would have all my stuff packed and ready to go so there forth he couldn't stop if I told him earlier on. On October 23 I will get on a plane and head to London,leaving Brandon by himself.

To try and get my mind of the stress I walked into my room still thinking about how to tell Brandon in a pleasant way. Brandon was sleeping on the bed. His brown hair partly covered his emerald green eyes shut. The shadows on his face made him look like he was doing some creepy smile. He was the most sweetest thing on earth and I didn't want to leave him. I looked in the mirror wondering why he even loved me. I had big,blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was uncontrollable. I had too big of boobs and too little of a body.

I got so mad I quickly walked into the closet hoping not to wake Brandon. I grabbed a simple pair of blue jeans, a white V-neck and a hoodie and slipped it all on.

I grabbed my keys, phone, wallet, and walked out the door.

I walked to my car, opened the door and slowly got in. I shut the door, put the key in the ignition and started the car. I pulled out of the drive way and started down the road. I turned on the radio. The song was called "Heart-attack " some song by a boy band named One Direction. I had never heard of them before but I liked the song. I started singing in the car."Oh your given me a heart attack." It was a really catchy tune.

I turned left on Manor and the song changed. 22,Taylor Swift, I had heard of her. To me she is just a snippy little girl who thinks she's better then everyone else. I turned off the radio not in the mood to listen to her. I pulled into a parking place at the airport. I got out and started walking towards the airport doors.

As I was walking I saw a limo with a whole bunch of people crowded around. Probably some crazy famous person who just happened to come this airport while a whole bunch of their fans were here or their fans were just stalkers.

I walked in the door maneuvering through the large crowd. I started walking straight, then turned left, then another left and I came to a Starbucks. There were three Starbucks around the airport but I felt like going to the one farthest away.

" May I have a pumpkin and white chocolate latte. Hold the whipped cream." I wasn't in the mood for sugar coating my beverage. I went and sat down at the table farthest away from the cashier, but close to the exit. When there is a lot of people in Starbucks you want to get out fast.

I grabbed the newspaper on the table and started flipping threw.

*sip*

I spotted a guy about 19 or 20 walking quickly back and forth. He looked to me to be goth. He was wearing a black hoodie, black shirt, black jeans, black ray bands,and shoes . He looked really weird wearing ray bands in an airport. I could see some of his hair. It was really curly and looked as if it belonged on a girl.

*sip*

I watched him for a couple of minutes when my phone rung.

"Love, were are you?" Brandon, I forgot to tell him I was at the airport.

"I'll be there in a minute ,I, it's okay, don't worry." I ended the call and grabbed my things and latte and started walking towards the front of the airport.

I saw the boy again walking quite fast or maybe it was a different one but he was wearing the same thing. I hoped I wasn't going to hit him he seemed in a hurry.

*sip*

My phone vibrated so I looked down at it. At that moment my latte went on my phone,keys,wallet and of course, me. I looked up it was the boy I was hoping NOT to hit.

"Oh I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention. Is your shirt okay?"

"Does it look like it! You just spilled my latte on my shirt and you think it's okay?"

"I'm so sorry here. Here's my number call me when you want to make this up."

Niall Horan, 1/5 of One Direction. Call me at 995-565-2377.

That was Niall Horan I just yelled at. Ahhh! How could life get any worse?

I kept walking and I went to my car. I walked out the doors and the limo was gone, the crowd of people were gone. I went to my car and got in. I started the car and pulled out of the airport and started home.

I turned on the radio hoping something good would be on." Locked out of heaven" it was an okay song.

I started thinking about how dumb Niall had to be, to walk right into me and make me spill my latte on me and on a white shirt this stain will never come off.

I pulled into the drive way and turned off the car. I got out and walked up to the door. Brandon answered the door right as I opened it.

"What is this?" He had a piece of paper with my name on it."Its from London university!"

"Um, it's."

"It's what?!"

"It's my scholarship for there university. I was planning on telling on you that I was leaving October 23."

"We'll I think I found out myself didn't I?"

"Yes you did! I'm sorry for not telling you I'm a stupid girlfriend aren't I?"

I ran out the door and slammed the door shut. I ran to my car and got and a sped away.

As I was driving down the rode I wasn't paying any attention of where I was going. I turned in to a parking lot. I pulled into a parking place and got out of the car. I walked in the door and was happily welcomed.

"Why hello Dove. Why here so early?" My boss asked. Maverick was a very big guy. You had to be a big guy if you work at a strip club.

"Don't ask I just want a three shots of Jack Daniels."