Different // Narry

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HES

"Mr. Styles" The barista called my name while I was still spinning my phone repeatedly on the wooden table. I raise my chin as I heard my name was called not so far away from where I was sitting.

I raise my body up and try to steady my wobbly legs. After 3 steps ahead, I finally can get my legs into functioning again as normal as before I sat on the wooden chair. Well- it's because I'm waiting for Niall appearance.

"Thanks" I smile at the barista and take my caramel macchiato coffee gently, afraid that it will spill into my clothes.

Before I walk away, the barista calls my name once more. I turn my head towards the tall skinny guy with a blonde hair color- reminds me of Niall somehow. His eyes are greener than the forest. I love his eyes more than mine, to be honest. Mine is a dark green but his, his light green.

Masterpiece.

"Yeah?" I raise my eyebrows slightly. "Not to be rude sir but-" He stop his sentence and frown his eyebrows "You'll get a heart attack if you drank more than 6 coffee in just 3 hours, sir" His green eyes avert mine and bow as he said sorry for a couple of time.

I stare at him blankly "No need to be sorry, I wish I die though" Suddenly I couldn't help but feel super numb. I bit my lower lips as I started to hold all the tears that somehow want to be set free. But I can't. No. Not right here.

"I'm sorry" I wipe my tears away and started to walk towards the nearest exit door. As my feet step into the snow, I let out a big loud sigh, it almost feels like I'm an old man. No wonder lots of people thought that I have an old man living inside my soul.

I could feel my heart started to break every time I move my legs into moving.

Why?

Do you really want to know the answer why I've been crying for 2 hours straight in Starbuck as people come and go while throwing weird sympathetic stare at me?

It's all because of, Niall damn Horan.

And for your information, this is already fucking 11:00 PM. It's almost 12, which mean I've been waiting for that stupid little blonde douche bag to show up almost six hours straight. I mean- Six godbless hours. And that's not even the worst part. The worst part is, as I waited for him, i got a little bit impatient because I've been standing in front of my car for almost 3 hours straight just to wait for his appearance shows up.

I thought maybe he just overslept or something like that. So, I went to our apartment and peeked my little green eyes through the window. And please God forgive him for doing such an asshole move. I saw him literally cuddling Liam in the coach. I thought maybe he forgot, you see, i always think positive. When i was about to knock on the apartment door, i peeked again. You know what i saw? I saw him looking at his fucking watch and know that he's super fucking late but he just shrugs it off like one of Taylor Swift song.

Did it piss me off?

No, I'm not pissed- i was furious.

So that's the story why i drank 6 coffee and planning my own death. To be honest, it hurts me mentally and physically. Why would he choose Liam over me? I mean- Today is a special day.

Like why today?

He needs to know why I ask him to go to the beach with me alone. Its because i want to tell him that i broke up with Dave. He needs to be the one who knows first. And yes- yes i broke up with Dave. Where? In text. Its better that way, because if i broke up with him in real life, i really can't endure seeing him cries. After all, he's always been good to me. He's always been there for me.