Autumn. »ziam

2: cafe

liam's pov:

i love autumn when it's leaves are slowly, gently floating down, falling perfectly on on the ground. it's cold windy days, and the warm cozy nights. but that as when i had someone to admire that with.

i sat all day in my house, nothing but moaning and groaning in utter soreness. i heard my cat, scruffy, cry out for me. i jumped up, walking towards my cat as he stared at me from afar.

"what's wrong scruffs?" i asked.

the cat only responded with a purr. i scratched his neck, the cat only purred louder. scruffy was this fluffy rag doll cat who just loves to sleep...on my face.

i was starting to get hungry, and right now i have no good food in the fridge. i went and changed into something i could look good in. i grabbed my wallet and jacket and headed into the streets of manhattan.

i went to the usual coffee shop i get breakfast. it's like starbucks, but not too expensive for a cup of coffee. i payed my order and took my recite.

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i ended up in the library for some reason. i don't know how believe me, my feet some how just dragged me there. the trip to the library was seriously a blur.

well now that i'm here might as well pick out a book. i wandered and wandered and found nothing. i wasn't a big fan of literature, so i just went to the cooking books.

i've always wanted to bake actual pumpkin bread, but the first few times i've tried they burned. i searched and searched through the shelves and found nothing but children cook books.

"why am even here again?" i questioned the all great mighty.

i narrowed my eyes down, not giving 2 craps who i stepped or tripped onto. i took a sharp turn to the right and then left into another section. i rolled my eyes and grunted.

i really don't know why i'm so angry right now? i was in such a good mood this morning and now i'm pissed for some reason?

i sighed frustrated at myself. i looked up and started looking for more books. i could feel the glare of someone. i snapped my neck to the person, glaring at them very coldy. i ended up scaring a poor old woman who was just minding her business up until i scared her. now i might be her new nightmare.

 i looked back at the books and started looking through them. i stared at one in perticular. the name Louis Trenton: The Adventure in Paradise.

i growled and mooched the book to the back of the shelve. i didn't realize it was a shelve that had two sides. so when i pushed the book back, the other book on the other side slipped off and smacked someone in the face.

crap.

i jogged over to the other side and saw i really did hit someone. my face showed horror. i noticed it was a man.

"i am so sorry. shit." i cursed.

"ugh." was all the person say. yeah, he clearly looked pissed.

"i'm very sorry. i got angry and i accidentily pushed the book over it's limit, and then smacked you." i lowered my voice as i helped him get up.

the man dusted himself off. he fixed himself up until he was done. the man then looked up and we met eyes.

"zayn?" i asked, a shy smile on my lips. zayn returned the smile and waved.

"i am sorry really i am." i apologized again.

shit! i just embarrassed myself in front of him. damn it liam! what are you doing?