I'm Not Ready

Chapter 16.

I woke up to sun shining in my face. The sun was pouring in through the windows and I could hear the birds chirping outside.

It looked like a beautiful day. But to be honest, I didn't know what to do now.

All I wanted was to get away from that fucked up man. Now that I'm away, I have no idea what to do.

Should I get a job? I thought to myself.

Just like that, I decided to go find a job, maybe at a restaurant.

I got out of bed lazily and washed up. I made my way slowly downstairs to the kitchen. I realised that Ryan was cooking breakfast.

"Ooh. Whatcha cooking?"

"Breakfast."

"I could smell it from upstairs. What are you cooking?" I asked as I stood beside him.

"Yay! Omelette! My favourite!" I exclaimed happily. I felt like a little kid who just saw their favourite toy.

I quickly grabbed a plate and a fork and knife. Passing it to him, he place the omelette onto the plate. He took the plate and place it on the dining table.

I boiled some water and made coffee for us.

Right then, it felt as if it was just like before. I miss this, I thought, it's all that mother fucker's fault.

We sat down and we ate our breakfast.

"So what are you going to do now?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, just enjoying the food.

"You can either go get a job or do absolutely nothing at home, which I obviously not allow. But you have to have to do something. Because I'm not going to be at home. I need to work. "

"Staying at home since like a good idea."

"No. Your dad wouldn't be happy."

"Fine. I'll get a job. But as what?"

"Up to you."

With that the conversation ended. He changed his clothes and made his way to work.

I lazed about for a while. Watching television and writing in my journal.

Just then I remembered about the number at the back of my journal.

I wanted to call the number but I was afraid of what would happen.

I was in a dilemma. I really really wanna call him, whoever that is. But I'm afraid to.

Ugh...

I wish I was braver.

Right then, a thought came across. I plucked up the courage to dial whoever that person is.

I dial the number in my phone. Quickly, I pressed the phone to my ear.

Ring...

"Hello?" A thick irish accent filled the empty room.

"Erm. Hi. May I know who this is?"

"Erm. I should be asking you that."

"I'm sorry but I found this phone number in my journal beside Niall Horan's signature."

"Well, I'm Niall Horan."

"Oh... Wait what?"

"Yea. And you are?"

"I'm Sarah," I replied, hoping he wold remember me but I knew well he wouldn't but there was still that little sparkle of hope.

"Sarah!"He started,"Have been waiting all day for you to call me!"

"What?"

"Well, the boys and I would really like to see to again. We had so much fun the other day!"

"Oh."

"I'm so sorry Sarah. But maybe I'll text you? I gotta go."

"Yea sure." I replied awkwardly.

I was not expecting that. I can't believe I actually have his number!