In a different life

Chapter 8: Perspective is everything

This chapter includes May's and Taron's POV.
Scroll down to read Taron's POV.

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May

I frowned "What do you mean?"

He blinked a few times "Forget I asked"

"No, I won't" I whispered back "How am I supposed to feel about what?"

I was confused. Had he realised I had a crush on him?

His eyes looked into mine searchingly "I –" he let out a breath

I didn't think I had ever seen him speechless before. He looked down to his shoes.

"Why do you think I shouldn't meet David?" I asked

He turned around and looked at me "I don't think you will find what you're looking for on Tinder"

I gulped "How do you know what I'm looking for?"

I didn't mean to challenge him, but it was none of his business. Or maybe it was because I just needed somebody to get Taron out of my head.

He ran his hand through his hair "I don't"

I nodded, feeling sad. He could tell me he loved me right then and there. But he didn't. Because he didn't feel the same way.

I put my hand on his back "You have nothing to worry about"

He stared into my eyes, his lips slightly parting. How was he so cute and handsome whatever he did? And why could my heart not understand he didn't love me back?

"Okay" he gulped "I'm sorry"

"You don't have to be" I smiled lightly "I'm glad you're worried about me"

Did that sound weird?

I texted with David that night and we agreed to meet up at one of my favourite café spots in London the following Saturday. I was so incredibly excited and nervous to meet him. What if he was the one? Or even worse, if he wasn't?

I got ready the best I could with my left arm still in a cast. I put on a bit of makeup without overdoing it, feeling like a human after all that time in PJ's at home.

I took the Tube to Bond Street, luckily it wasn't packed and nobody accidentally walked into me. It still was some getting used to with my arm in a cast.

I arrived at The Garden Café, feeling a bit exhausted from the journey and looked around. Apparently, he wasn't here yet. He had texted he would bring a David Bowie vinyl so I would know it was him. I had liked the thought.

I sat down at a white table by the window and waited. I checked the time; I was still early. Just as I looked up from my watch, I saw Taron walking by the window and entering the café. What was he doing here?

He looked around and I admired him from afar as he opened his trench coat and I saw he was wearing one of his tight black jeans and a dark green jumper. My heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on me and he smiled lightly, starting to walk towards me.

"Hey" he smiled

"Hi" I said "What are you doing here?"

"Just walked by this area and thought I'd grab something to eat. You know, since it's one of your favourite spots you have persuaded me to go to for ages" he chuckled.

What he said made sense

"What are you doing here?" he furrowed his brows a bit.

"I'm meeting David here" I gulped.

What if he arrived just now and saw me standing there with Taron? I looked past Taron towards the entrance and he followed my gaze.

"Is he late?" he asked, his voice hard.

I raised my eyebrows "No, I'm early"

"Do you want me to keep you company while you wait?" he asked and sat down in the chair opposite me, without even waiting for my answer.

"Taron, I –"

He smiled "Don't worry. I'll leave when he arrives"

"I –" I sighed and gave up. There was no point in arguing now that he was here anyway.

And I was happy he was here. I wasn't even surprised I felt this way.

Was I kidding myself thinking there could ever be another man for me who wasn't Taron?

Taron

And here I was, sitting in the café with May while she was supposed to meet quote guy aka David. Things had drastically changed over the past few weeks.

I had missed her when she wasn't around more than I let on. I had been jealous she was meeting other men. I had loved Evelyn but I also hadn't been as sad as I had expected to be when we broke things off.

I had been confused out of my mind until one day everything changed. When I was on the phone talking to her and I only heard a loud thud? I had thought I had lost her forever and I couldn't stand that thought.

It was time I told her the truth. But she might never forgive me.

"Taron?" she asked and snapped me out of it.

I blinked a few times. I hadn't been paying attention to what she had said and I could slap myself for it.

"Sorry" I let out a breath "I was thinking"

As if that was an excuse.

She smiled lightly and my pulse picked up. She had no idea how beautiful she was.

"What were you thinking about?" she smirked.

You.

"It's nothing" I said even though it wasn't true. She was everything to me "You were saying?"

Her smile faded "I was saying I think you should go" she glanced at her watch "He should arrive any moment now"

My smile faltered and I did the only thing I could think of.

"I don't want to go" I whispered.

She blinked a few times, as if she didn't understand what I was trying to say. Hell, I didn't even know what I was saying anymore.

"What? I –" she started "I'm supposed to meet someone, Taron"

I looked down, hoping I would have the guts to go through with this.

"I don't want to leave you" I said.

She frowned before laughing lightly "We can talk later, I'm sure he's not a creep"

I suddenly got up and held out my hand for her "Come with me"

She looked at my hand, then into my eyes. "What? No, I'm not leaving"

My heart sank "It's important" I said quietly "Please"

She hesitated for a second, looking at her watch, then her phone.

Then she got up and followed me out of the café.

"Whatever this is, it better be good" she said.

Oh, I definitely hoped so, too.