Back For You ✔︎

seven ; 07

"So tell me nothing's going to change yeah,
And you won't ever walk away yeah,"

Back For You — One Direction

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"I— it's been so long," he breathes, his eyes never leaving me for even a millisecond.

My heart was racing in my chest, and my brain still trying to comprehend the fact that Aiden, the guy who ghosted me years ago, was right here sitting across me.

"Y-yeah. It has." I mumble, licking my lips.

Suddenly feeling the need for a drink, I wave the bartender over and order some vodka soda. I need the alcoholic buzz right now.

"You're in university?" He asks, attempting to make small talk.

I take a deep breath.

So we're just gonna talk normally and ignore the fact that he ghosted me and disappeared out of my life with no trace?

Alright then. I'll play along.

For now.

"Yeah. You?" I respond just as the bartender passes me my glass. I squeeze my eyes shut and gulp down a big drink, not caring that he's watching.

The alcohol burns my throat, and I slowly felt the buzz settle in my head.

"Same, I'm in my junior year."

Right, he was a year older to me.

"Ah. What do you study?" I ask, already kind of knowing the answer because college is one of the things we stayed up late at night talking about back then.

"Computer Science," He answers and I nod. I guessed right.

"And let me guess, you're studying Criminology?" His eyes were trained on me, and I suddenly felt abit self conscious.

"Yes, yes I am." I answer, and Blair appears next to me, holding Clay's hand.

"Babe, the dance floor is crazy, you should've—" She cuts herself off when she sees Aiden.

I watch her eyes widen the tiniest bit, drinking him in even though Clay was right next to her.

I couldn't blame her. Aiden was that hot.

"Who's this?" She asks, looking at me.

"Uhm, Aiden. He's a friend of mine from back in New York." I explain, downing the rest of my drink.

Blair and Clay introduce themselves to Aiden and they engage in some small talk while I wave the bartender over.

"What's on your specials today?" I ask, needing a drink with a discount because I didn't want to run out on money.

"We have a Fabric special of—" A sudden boom from the DJ's music cut his sentence in the middle. "—two glasses for £8.50."

I was too buzzed to ask him to repeat the part I'd missed. "Yeah i'll have that." I say, pulling out my wallet and paying for that and the previous drinks, closing my bill.