A Breath of Something Great -Niall Horan

Blue eyes

Chapter 2

I walked alone on the chilly streets of London, making my way to the only warm place that I knew would allow me in at 8PM. Utopia Lounge was one of my favourite places to go when I felt as though I had no strength and no hope left, but the owner, Myra, would always comfort me and give me small pep talk and sent me on my way again. She was the closest thing to a mother figure that I had left in my life.

The bell rang as I pushed open the creaking oak door, the scent of coffee, chocolate and other delights filling my nostrills as well as a feeling of homeliness rushing through my body, granting me the relief much needed.

The place was pretty much empty, the only sounds coming from an elderly couple trying to complete a suduko square. I looked around the fimiliar lounge. The maroon, velvet and patterned walls decked with old, gold candelabras that hung from sturdy pegs that aged back to the 18th century. the flames of the candles danced, throwing looming shadows and providing the only light that lit the place apart from the white kitchen lights that shown directly from behind the counter.

"Myra? Myra are you there?" I croaked, only now realising that I hadnt eaten or drunk anything for the last 14 hours.

"Aaliyah?! Aaliyah oh my dear sweet girl how ARE you??!! I was on the verge of calling the police when you didn't answer your phone!"

Oh. It dawned on me that I hadn't seen my phone the whole day and had left it at ho-, my father's place.

"I'm sorry Myra," I whispered, not knowing what else to say to the green eyed woman with red curls in her hair and rosy cheeks who was struggling to catch her breath after rushing to my saying so many words in one breath. I always liked how her appearance was motherly, her broad shoulders weren't bony, they were cushioned by fat, making her more comforting when I needed a shoulder to cry on.

"What happened? What did that sick bastard do to you? You tell me NOW Aaliyah before I go and know down his door and find out!!! And why do you have a bag with yo- Oh," she said, the fury behind her eyes disappearing, and dissolving in to sympathy as realisation struck her.

"Come and sit down in the back room. I'll just lock up and bring you your usual, Oreo milkshake, and then we can talk."

And with that she was gone, leaving me to make my way to the back room, for customers who like to have some peace at rush hours or just liked having privacy. As I walked throught the curtained doorway, I was too engrossed in my thoughts to notice a pole right infront of me.

I don't know what happened but the next second, I found myself on the floor, with a substance scalding my stomach.

"Aargh! Ow! OOH that BURNS SO MUCH!!" I screamed as i held my shirt away from my blistering skin to stop the pain.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I didn't see you coming and then I looked and you were on the floor and I, I, I. . " the talking pole rambled and then trailed of, obviously not bothering to pay attention to the poor girl he'd just knocked over and hurt. But then I saw him and he was looking me straight in the eyes.

Oh and look! the talking pole has blonde hair and blue eyes. those blue eyes that always fascinated me when I first moved to England because not many people in Pakistan have blue eyes and I certainley had never seen any blue eyed people personally so I was very intrigued by this blue eyed pole that wasn't too bad looking, infront of me.

I shook my head, trying to rid my mind of the impure thoughts running across it. Looking up, I saw the boy, not the talking pole, was blushing, trying to avert his eyes to anything but me. Why? Did I really look that terrible? Did I have an unknown wart on my face?

Looking down again, I realised the white blouse that I was wearing had gone completely see through. Instinctively, I crossed my hands over my upper body, trying to conceal what I had saved for my husband. I hissed at the pain that the contact to my stomach had caused, gaining back the attention of the boy.

"Jesus Christ! Here lemme help you up," he said, extending a hand in order to aid me. I graciously took it and got to my feet, staggering a bit.

"Hey there. I'm Niall."