If I Run

Dates or Flakes?

Groaning I woke up from my slumber. I peeked over at the clock and my eyes almost popped out of my head. It was ten o'clock and I haven't even started getting ready for my "date" with Niall. If you could even call it a date, more like a planned encounter. I quickly got up and rushed into the shower, the water first freezing and now scalding. I got out and did my makeup, not trying to be too flashy I applied eyeliner, mascara, foundation, and powder to set everything into place. Now was the part I dreaded most, hair. I decided on a neat top knot, pulling all of the hair out of my face and onto the top of my head showing off all of my prominent features. Finally having the hard part of my routine done, now was the easy part, choosing an outfit. Because of the cold weather I decided on a nice cream sweater over brown leggings with some boots to keep my toes warm. I got my bag and my laptop and was out the door. I checked the time "11:40" Good, I was on time for once in my life.

I arrived at Costa's at twelve-ish and got a seat by the door so I could look out for Niall. I set my items down and went to order a drink, I arrived back at the table expecting to see Niall but he was no where to be found. Frowning I sat down grabbing my phone I mentally argued with myself whether or not to text Niall. On one hand I don't want him to think I'm annoying, but on the other hand I really want to see him. I decided not to text him because he looked very sincere when he made the plans for our project. Opening my laptop I opened a blank document and started the assignment.

Four hours.

It's been four hours since I've arrived and still not one word from Niall. I sighed, I knew this was going to happen for some reason. I knew that he probably forgot that we were meeting today. I shoved my laptop into my bag and stalked out of Costa's. I decided since he didn't meet me that I would do the rest of the project tonight by myself and put both of our names on it. I aimlessly trudged the streets of London hoping that Niall would communicate with me in some sort of way, but he didn't. Finally getting back to my flat, I opened the door and sat on the stool facing the window. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened a new document.

Journal

Why me? Why did I have to be so stupid? Why Why Why, that's all I've been asking myself these days. He knows who I am now but I believed his stupid lies for the moment I talked to him and look where it left me, heartbroken and angry, and we've only interacted with each other once! I need to keep my guard up and stop being the broken girl I once was. I will get over him.

I, Poppy Clarke will get over Niall Horan by January the 1st and if I do not then I will move back to Tunbridge Wells with my parents.

PC

It felt nice to put my thoughts to ink, er well screen. I will get over him or-

My phone started beeping, an unknown number appeared on the screen, I clicked on the message immediately.

- Hi its niall sorry i didnt come t the study sess, gf suprsd me wit a date! gotta love her. How bout tomorrow? im free then? 

I almost screamed at him, could he not have told me sooner, I took my time in replying

- Hi niall im busy tomorrow, see you at class.

I replied curtly through the text. 

"That'll show him" I thought to myself. God, I am so lame. Groaning I walked over to the microwave and popped in a TV dinner. 

"C'mon Poppy, distance yourself from him, he just want's a reaction out of you, that's all." I said aloud. 

"If you can over come this, you can over come anything." I started grinning. I will get over him, even if it's the last thing I do.

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Hello! If you're reading this, thank you! 

Love you!

BP