Epistle 42 (Niall Horan)

Epistle 38

4 AWAY I DONT WANT THIS STORY TO END :(((

Epistle 38

Carolina,

That's it?

That's all you say to me? After I spent a week looking for you?

You say 'I have to go' when I barely find you. The tour was delayed because of you. The crew is mad at you, and so am I.

To add to it, you cheat on me.

It never occured to you that we were actually together???

I hope you feel like shit right now.

Niall.

I hate her right now. I miss my Carolina. The Carolina who was caring, who never lied, and who never judged anyone. She's gone. The woman of my dreams. I sighed into my hands and looked up.

I was in the same coffee shop I was yesterday. The aroma was too good to be true. Just like my relationship. I groaned and laid my head on the table. Hannah, the same waitress walked up to my table.

“Uh, Niall? Are you alright?” She laughs lightly. I look at her and I shake my head. She looks back at the counter to see if her boss wasn't checking on her. She sat in front of my and I gave her a faint smile. She looked at me sympathetically.

“What's wrong?” She asks. I rest my back on the chair and sigh. “Everything.” I respond.

“Well.. You could tell me if you want.” She offers. I grin and explain.

“My ex? Yeah, my ex-girlfriend now cheated on me, while she was here for her 'accident'. I don't think you know her, but she's Carolina-”

“Foster?” She finishes. I nod my head slowly. Hannah lights up. “I love her book! She was in the coffee shop yesterday before you came.” I looked at her with wide eyes and face palmed, again. Stupid me.

“Yes, her. We've known each other since we were fourteen. I was going to ask her to marry me before she left. Glad I didn't.” I say. I shake my head and frown.

She frowns, also, and rubs my shoulder across the shoulder.

“She wasn't the right girl for you, then. You may need someone who treats you better.” She smiles. I smile back and offer to buy her a cup of coffee, clearly forgetting the fact she works here. She laughs and stands up, as do I.

“Could we, uh, keep in touch?” I ask her sheepishly. She raises her eyebrow at me.

“Is the Niall Horan asking for my phone number?” She says. I look at her puzzled.

“How do you know who I am?”

“I go to a school of cake-faced girls who adore your band. Of course I know who you are.” She smiles. I laugh while she scribbles down something on her notepad.

“Here's my number. Call me anytime.” She says and walks back to the kitchen before the manager comes out and yells at her. I sigh of happiness.

Maybe I did fine the perfect girl, and she doesn't know it yet.