May 23rd 8:38 a.m.
Niall's Pov
"One tall green tea sweetened and a tall black coffee, please" her hushed voice rang quietly, volume barely carrying over to my table.
I wasn't a stalker or anything but after seeing the same girl in the same café, at the same time everyday, you start noticing patterns.
Walking patterns,
talking patterns,
patterns of clothing,
patterns of breaths.
I kept telling myself its only human nature to remember little things about strangers to add as "character development" in my unpublished books but if someone took a leap into my thoughts all they would gather is a pattern of patterns and thoughts of a mysterious stranger only known as 'N'. 'N' had fiery red locks that peeked out underneath a black hoodie. 'N' was also the one who ordered a tall green tea sweetened and a tall black coffee every morning at precisely 8:36 a.m.
rain or shine.
YOU ARE READING
Mosaics ~ N.H
FanfictionA short story about a broken actress with a hoodie and a blue-eyed writer who believes she is perfect; just the way she is. ~ Posted on my fandom Instagram {@fangirls__unite} but currently being edited because I may or may not be an unsatisfied...
