The Joke

Chapter 2

"What the hell was that, tonight?!" I ask her, sitting next to her in the edge of the bed and taking off my shoes. 

" I honestly don't wanna talk now.." she replies in a showing-I'm-tired tone.

"Okay." I stand up to leave the room.

" Niall!" she calls me out. I turn back to face her. Before I can manage to ask her what she wanted, she snakes her hands around me, hugging me tight.  "I'm not mean Niall... I just got very offended with her stupid joke, if it was a joke or whatever."

"It was actually a hilarious joke and moreover, it didn't even refer to you so you can make a scene like that!" I snap.

"I'm sorry I cared then," she quickly moves and leaves.

Despite I'm not in love with her or even a friend of hers, sometimes we get along. These good times, she maybe had forgotten about money and be herself. We had fun. But then again, she turned out to be the bitch she always is. Miranda has not a good character to be honest, not at all. She got really jealous of the girl tonight, I felt it. This is why she behaved the way she did. I think she got bothered when me and the boys laughed, laughed so much, because of the waitress' comment. She never ever made me laugh or at least smile; truly smile at her. Well, she tries a lot to make our 'relationship' better,  but I can't do this. It's not that I don't want to have great terms with her, it's because I can't feel like it. I wish I could though. I guess.

I find myself following her downstairs. She sits on the couch and covers her face with her palms, hands supported on her knees. I can tell she's crying. Or just pretending.

"Miranda... Stop, please.."

"I'm okay Niall.. Go to sleep.."

I do so, not because she said so, but because I have to get up early and I'm tired.

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8:40am.

I brushed my teeth, had a shower, wore a black cardigan and blue jeans.. I think I'm ready.

" Where are you going?" I hear Miranda's voice. She slept on the couch,  didn't she?

"I'm going to a meeting, did you sleep here?"

" I fell asleep."

"Okay. She you." I say and leave.

~~~

The place is really crowded. People grab their coffee and their breakfast in here and go to work. I can't spot her. I only remember her ocean blue eyes, bluer than mine. I didn't even ask about her name, you're so stupid Niall.

"Hey" I hear a soft voice behind me and turn.

"Good morning" I smile. Here she is. I follow her and we get settled in a table. "I'm sorry for everything happened yesterday.." I apologize once again.

" Nevermind." she says, but doesn't seem to get along with her quick answer.

" Well, it does. But before we talk about everything, let's get to know each other better," I suggest.

" Actually, I know about you. Awkward right? " she lets a small laugh and I join her. " You're Niall Horan, Irish, 20 years old, born in Mullingar,  one of One Direction, you're the adorable one, the one who was told he couldn't sing.. The boy that got hate mostly in the first year of One Direction, but it happens today too, the one who would love to date a fan as you said," she smiles. " Shall I continue? " she laughs.