The Flashbacks
Chapter four
-Flashback-
Kaitlyn's pov
The wind blew heavily through my hair, causing me to wrap my jacket tighter around my body. My teeth chattered slightly as I flung the door open to the small, around-the-corner, Starbucks, shedding my jacket due to the sudden wave of hotness. I looked carefully over their fall menu, looking for something they might have with pumpkin in it and finally making up my mind on which drink I would be having.
"One pumpkin spice latte, please." I say hardly above a whisper, shuffling through my messy and really unorganized bag, pulling out my wallet and handing her six dollars.
"Name please?" she asks sweetly, concentrating on tapping in my order on her computer. "Kaitlyn," I answer quietly, watching as she writes it onto the cup.
I step out of the long line, pulling out my phone and opening the Tumblr app. I log in, scrolling through my newsfeed. I heart a few posts before looking up from my phone, waiting quietly before I look back down and kill all my apps.
"Kaitlyn!" they call and I stick my phone back in my pocket, retrieving the coffee from her hands and setting it on a nearby table. I slide my arms into the sleeves of my fluffy jacket, tightening it around my body and grabbing my coffee again, opening the door to the shop. I walk down the long sidewalk to school, popping in earbuds and opening iTunes.
I walk through the doors of the old, nasty high school, throwing away my empty coffee cup and once again shedding of my jacket, holding it in my arms as I make my way to my locker. I put in the code and swing it open, grabbing all my books and stuffing my jacket into my locker, slamming it shut. I walk to my homeroom, sliding into a seat in the middle.
I call out here when she calls my name, turning my phone completely off and listening to the morning announcements. The bell rings in the hallway a few seconds after the accouncements end, signaling for us to go to first period. I gather all my stuff from the top of my desk, walking down the rusty stairs to the art room, sitting on a stool in the back of the classroom and pulling out a clean sheet of paper. I outline a picture of a rose, shading it in with my pencil and coloring the petels of it a dark red with tinted pink streaks.
I look up, seeing Niall Horan take a seat in the front of the classroom, turning around and glancing my way, quickly turning back in his seat with a small smile plastered on his plump pink lips. I sigh, shaking my head, making my hair fly into my face. I brush it out of the way, returning to my work.
Niall, when I think of Niall Horan, star quarterback of the football team, millions of things pop into my head. First off, he has eyes to literally die for. He's cute, he's funny and he's absolutely silly. He has the best and most attractive laugh in the world, one that could most likely cure cancer and even bring world peace. He makes the whole room brighten up just with the smallest smile and is just plain out perfect. If he was anything besides human, I'm pretty sure he would be a god; which he probably is.
But, I'm just the quiet bookworm of the school and he's never even talked to me, approached me, or anything. He probably doesn't even know my name. So yeah, it sucks.
-end of flashback-
Kaitlyn's pov
I sit on my computer at Starbucks, earbuds in my ears with my music up, typing away the essay that was due in less than a week that I hadn't even touched before today. I sigh heavily, pulling out my earbuds and getting up out of my chair, walking to the counter and ordering another coffee. I pay for it, waiting for them to call my order out.
"Kaitlyn!" they call and I grab my coffee, turning and, with my "luck", ramming right into someone and dumping my coffee all over their pants, right in the worst spot.
I quickly grab napkins from a dispenser, handing some over to him and smiling softly and I kneel down. "I'll clean it up," I say softly, dabbing the wet area of his pants dry.
"It's fine," he says, a thick Irish accent filling his tone completely. I look up at him, standing up straight as my eyes going wide in surprise and shock, dropping the soppy napkin on the ground and enveloping him in a tight hug.
"NIALL?!" I yell, causing him to stumble back.
