Starbucks Lovers (L.S)

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Location 1: Costa 2:00 pm

The bell of the door rings as we open it to step inside the small and cozy coffeeshop. It's not very crowded, with about 15 people inside it. I'm very nervous to say the least. I mean, I'm not even sure why I'm doing this yet. Oh right, because I'm lonely as fuck, that's it.

Niall bashes my shoulder and mouths 'come on lad' to me. I take a deep breath before I gather the nerves to say, "Is there any gay, single men in here?"

At first no one reacts and I can't believe those words actually came out of my mouth. Then a couple of seconds later some people shake their heads while the rest just go back to minding their own business like that didn't just happen, which I'm pretty glad about actually. At least they just find it somewhat normal.

"Guess not then." I mumble to myself in defeat. I don't know what I expected to get from this, but that was certainly disappointing.

"This was just one store, there's loads to go. Come on Tommo, don't give up hope." Niall chirps in his happy, irish accent. He then grabs my arm and drags me out of the coffee shop again, immediately heading towards the next store.

Location 2: KFC 2:12 pm

"Is there any gay, single men in here?" I yell out once again. This time I had to be a little louder since there's more people. I'm also more nervous this time.

At first people have no immediate response, but then I see a hand and I actually get pretty excited. Then I look at the man the hand belongs to, and he looks to be at least 60 years old. With him are what seems to be two of his grandchildren who just look confused at his raised hand. Guess I just outed him then.

"Maybe not." Niall chuckles from beside me and I glare at him before we hurry out of the door like two giggling schoolboys again.

"You could have been a good match." Niall shrugs, laughing his ass off.

"Idiot." I push him away, but I can't help but chuckle at the bizarre situation.

Location 3: Mc Donald's 2:37 pm

Please, Mc Donald's, with how much money you earn from me alone, you could favor me a little here. I spent so much time here that I'm hoping this is my lucky place.

As always it's crowded with people, and I really have to be loud to gather attention from every person in here.

"Is there any gay, single men in here?"

A couple of people shout a simple 'no' in unison. They're all looking around at each other, curious to see if there actually is. One man, though, seems to find my question a bit disturbing.

"No, there is not, you twink. Now get out of here before I kick your faggot ass out with my own bare hands."

The man is tall and muscular, and even his voice sounds very intimidating. I know I should just do as he says and get out, but I just can't with these homophobic pricks. I can be whoever I want to be, and he can just shut the hell up.

"You shut your fucking mouth you fucking loser." I yell right back at him.

"What did you say to me, fag?"

"I said, close your ugly ass mouth or I'll close it for you." People are starting to stare and at this point it's too late for me to back out.

"I'd like to see you try." He looks me up and down. Okay, I know I'm not the tallest lad but give me a break.

Niall then suddenly steps in front of me, and grabs my shoulders. "Lou, you know this won't end good if you start it. Let's just go." He starts leading me towards the door even though I'm reluctant at first.

"I don't think so," I then hear the man say behind me causing me to turn around, and before I know it his fist is banging into my nose.

I'm dizzy for a couple of seconds, and the only thing I'm feeling is pain. My hand flies to my nose as soon as the mans hand leaves it. I touch it gingerly because it hurts like a bitch. When I pull my hand back I can see blood on it.

And then I pass out.

-

I wake up lying on the grass in some park. At first I can't see since the light is blinding me, but after a couple of moments my eyes have gotten used to it, and I see Nialls figure beside me.

"Niall?"

"Oh thank God, I thought you were dead Tomlinson." Niall breaths heavily.

"What? Why would I be dead?" I don't remember anything.

"Because that guy knocked you out? You've been unconscious for like 2 hours now." He informs sympathetically.

"Oh..." The memories come rushing back and I cringe, but my nose starts hurting incredibly when I do so. "Ouch."

"Maybe we should go home? We can try again when your nose looks normal?" He shrugs.

"Okay..." I say defeatedly. So, maybe this wasn't a good idea.