We Figured It Out

The room was dark with only the light from my trusty laptop illuminating the immediate space in front of it. The air around me thick with the smell of freshly brewed Colombian coffee and my eyelids heavy with tiredness. The time read 1:05 in the morning and the city of London behind my window was unusually quiet. I had been working on a big story for BBC News that I was going to report on the following day. It was not unusual for me to stay up late at night with my main fuel being coffee. I was sure this job paired with school work would kill me prematurely but I loved every minute of it.

I smiled as I finished revising my piece with 15 minutes to spare. I picked up my mug full of coffee and brought it to my lips. At last I could rest before being back at work in a few hours. Sleep was overrated anyway.

Being somewhat of a TV personality, I had to make sure to keep my social media updated. I regularly posted on Twitter and replied to my mentions. Of course only to those mentions that regarded my work for the news. I hardly ever actually browsed Twitter content but seeing as I had finished my work earlier than I expected, I took the liberty to take a look at my timeline.
Most of the content was harmless. A lot of headlines coming from the U.S, articles from my colleagues, and entertainment news. As my eyes scanned tweet after tweet, one of them stood out the most. My breath hitched in my throat as I read.

NIALL HORAN'S DAY OUT WITH NEW FLAME.

The headline made my stomach drop. I had not kept up with Niall's life since that unfortunate afternoon in the kitchen of his home in LA. I stormed out taking his rental car and I was surprised I wasn't charged with car theft. I still wondered how, or even if, he got the car back. There was no way to know where I had parked it in the endless car garages at the airport. I could vividly recall walking into the terminal I knew had international flights and purchasing a ticket despite knowing my card would overdraft. Through the desperation of wanting to get home, I didn't care.

Despite my choice of words, I did expect him to look for me eventually. I wanted him to tell me he wanted me in LA with him. I thought we'd be ok and it was just a stupid fight. That moment never came and I never heard from him again. I was forced to continue with my plans and life in London. His lack of interest made me wonder if he really did not care about me like I thought. If all along I was a disposable part of his life.

After my job started in the news, I knew there was no turning back. Our future, or lack of, was set in stone. It had been a few months since it all went down and life had been so busy I had not had time to even sit back and sulk over what happened. Not until this moment with such a striking hedline before me.

I clicked and read through the small article below the headline but that didn't provide much information besides the fact that this was the first time they were seen in public. Candid photos accompanied the article in which Niall was walking next to this 'new flame'. She had blonde hair with long roots to match his, she was his height, but I couldn't make out her facial features due to the large sunglasses covering her eyes. They seemed to be at an amusement park, happy, maybe even in love.

With my heart ready to beat out of my chest, I couldn't look further and closed my laptop leaving me in total darkness. I shouldn't have clicked on the article. Seeing his face stirred up so many emotions within me. I couldn't help myself but to let a lonesome tear roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and stood up.

Niall was in the past and there was no changing any of it.

Notes

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