(there is) no time like the present [n.h.]

part three // 17:41

Normally it takes Aisling twenty minutes to get home from her office near O'Connell Street to her and Niall's shared flat in Ranelagh. But she's stalling, walking along the River Liffey in the brisk evening weather instead of getting on the bus to start getting ready for tonight.

Niall knows this, as he's grown accustomed to Aisling whipping open the front door twenty minutes after five, complaining about the crammed rush hour commute while untying her boots and throwing her scarf haphazardly over their wobbly coat hanger. He's currently watching the clock change from the half hour mark almost nearing quarter to six, debating if he should ring her or not.

As if reading his mind, Aisling shoots Niall a text, assuring him that she's not avoiding their mates (lie) and that she isn't contemplating ditching this evening's festivities (lie) and that she's stopping at the nearest shop to grab snacks for their friends (half-lie turned truth). Niall doesn't bother telling her that their friends already agreed to bring food over, because he knows Aisling better than she knows herself sometimes. Instead, he writes, Do what you need to do, A. I've got a drink waiting for you when you get home xx, and Aisling starts to feel a bit more at ease.

It's near six when Aisling appears with a shopping bag filled with crackers and the nicest assortment of cheese she could find last minute. Niall can hear her usual foot pattern by the front door while he starts pouring the two of them whiskey neats in the nice glasses Sheridan re-gifted him two Christmases ago.

"Sorry I was late. The shops were brutal, too many people banging about. Couldn't even find the good cheese Cara likes," Aisling says, entering the kitchen with a smile headed in Niall's direction. He watches as she starts putting the items into the fridge and respective cupboards, avoiding making eye contact.

"If you turned your mobile on every now and then, you'd have seen that Cara and Robbie already got food for tonight," Niall says, sliding Aisling's drink across the kitchen counter.

Aisling gives Niall a sheepish look. "Right. I was just—"

"—Busy." Niall gives Aisling a look she knows all too well, and she immediately feels guilty, slumping down in the chair across from him. "Your mam rang me earlier. Was wondering why her lovely daughter wasn't answering her calls."

Aisling chuckles softly, bringing the glass to her lips. "Ah, of course she did. Sometimes I think she rings you because she likes you a bit too much."

"What can I say? Mam's love me—especially yours," Niall says with a grin, puffing his chest out a bit.

Aisling snorts. "Did she say anything of interest this time 'round?"

"Just went on about how your da can't find a proper barmaid for tonight," Niall says, the mention of Aisling's family's pub in Clifden bringing a nostalgic smile to her face. "She might have also mentioned that she's worried about you."

Aisling frowns. "Worried?"

Niall nods cautiously. "Yeah. She thinks you're lonely."

Aisling pauses for a moment, watching the amber liquid inside her cup slosh with each swivel of the glass on the countertop. She really hates that word—lonely. To Aisling, loneliness implies the absence of something. How can she miss a feeling she's never even truly felt in the first place? The only thing Aisling has felt for the past few years has been complacency. And that's one she'd love to shed with the new year.

"Well, she's nothing to worry about. 'M not lonely," Aisling mumbles, downing the rest of her drink with one large gulp.

Niall cocks an eyebrow in her direction. "That's exactly what a lonely person would say."

It's one of those rare moments when Aisling can't tell if Niall is taking the piss or genuinely concerned. But with one look in his blue eyes, Aisling decides to go with the latter.

"I promise you, Niall, I'm not lonely. It's been three months. I barely even think about Cormac anymore, so quit your worrying," Aisling counters, beginning to pour herself another glass, this time a bit shorter.

"You never even thought about him to begin with," Niall quips, finishing his drink as well. "That's what I'm worried about."

Aisling doesn't really know how to answer that, because there's no denying that Niall is absolutely correct. She just isn't quite sure how to explain to her best mate that she never truly felt heartbreak in the same capacity that he did. Cormac ending things with Aisling did not shatter her heart the same way that Sheridan did to Niall's.

Aisling starts to wonder if there's something wrong with this so-called heart of hers.

"I think I saw it coming before it actually happened, ya know?" Aisling begins to explain. "I think I knew Cormac wasn't the one for me. It made the blow less harsh, in a way." It's a version of the truth that both Niall and Aisling can settle on. And she can tell that he's understanding as he nods through his final swallow of whiskey.

"Just want you to be happy, is all," Niall says, placing his empty glass on the countertop. "It's the beauty of New Years, my sweet Aisling. You can start fresh."

Aisling just smiles, finishing her glass as well. "Let's hope you're right."

And this time, she truly hopes he is.