I Want You To Stay. {Niall Horan}

Chapter One

"Hmmmm," I stared at the the starbucks menu contemplating my decision, as if it would alter my entire life. "...I guess I'll have a venti vanilla latte." You could never go wrong with one of those.

"Will that be all for you today?" The barista looked way too cheerful to be working here. Maybe she was taking mocha shots with the other barista between orders..

"Yes."

"Then that will be $3.65"

I pulled out my debit card and ran it through the reader, punched in my pin, and slid the card back into my nearly empty wallet. I don't like to carry cash, or many other things. Just what I need.

"Would you like cash back?"

"No thank you," I said smiling. She was just too happy. It was actually realy amusing.

I slid down the counter, watching barista number two make my latte. He was kind of cute, but not the way that he was. Stop it Caitlyn, not in here, wait till you're outside. I took a deep breath and smile as the barista handed me my drink.

"Have a nice day," he said, smiling.

"You too," I said, returning the favor.

I took a sip of my latte as I walked out of Starbucks. I turned left and started making my way back to the office.

It was then that I finally let myself think about him.

I can't believe its been four years. Four years since I meet the love of my life, and four years since he left.

I took another sip. Stop it, Caitlyn, half of my brain thought. You do this to yourself every year. Move on already.

But the thing is, I can't move on. No matter how hard I tried, I just coudn't get over the sixteen-year-old, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy.

I stopped outside of Davidson and Sons, dreading going back inside. Not because I hated my job, I just hated my boss. He was always coming on to me. It was creepy, considering he's twice my age.

I took a deep breath, scanned my pass card, and entered the too-bright lobby.

I stopped at the receptionist's desk to kill time. "Hey Sher." I said with a sigh.

"Hey Caitlyn, didn't you have a nice break?"

"Yeah, the break was nice. it's the going back in there that I'm dreading."

"Want me to call him out here to 'Clarify this case'?" A mischevous grin took over her normal kind one.

"Nah, it's fine," I said laughing. "See ya later Sher!"

"See ya!"

I was stil laughing when I opened the door to my miniscule office, separated from D2's office by locked door that I and D2 were only able to unlock.

To clarify, the original owner of Davidson and Sons Law Firm is James Lee Davidson, Sr. But a few months ago, Mr. Davidson got sick and was forced to retire, leaving the firm in the hands of his son, James Lee Davidson, Jr., whom everyone refers to as D2. And where Mr. Davidson was nice and a pleasure to work with, D2, was the complete opposite. He was rude, demanding, and perverted.

I sighed, taking off my peacoat and draping it over my chair, and stowing my purse in the locked bottom drawer of my desk.

I just finished clocking in when I heard a door open and saw D2 come out.

He was a averagely built, middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a mustache, both starting to gray.

"Good afternoon, Caitlyn," he smiled a tight-lipped smile at me.

"Good afternoon Mr. Davidson," I replied with a not-so-genuine smile. (Nobody ever called him D2 to his face.)

"Caitlyn," he started, walking the short distance to my desk, and sat on the egde. "You know that Mr. Davidson is my father. Please, call me James." He grinned, showing his teeth. Trust me, it was not a pleasant sight.

"If you don't mind, Mr. Davidson, I'd like to continue calling you Mr. Davidson," I said this as I was busily doing my job.

"Only if you agree to go out for a drink or two with me after this." All of a sudden the room felt much smaller.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Davidson, but I'm babysitting for my neighbor tonight." I kept my eyes on the computer screen, but i could tell he was staring at me.

"Well," he said, standing up. "Perhaps next time then." and he walked out of the door I entered through.

"You wish," I wispered. I looked up at the clock on the wall.

12:32 PM.

I took a sip of my latte. Only five hours and twenty-eight minutes to go.