The one that got away

I'm Niall Horan's SISTER? Then why did he...

[Completed story]


41. Starbucks part 1

*Two months later*

I walked around my apartment, taking a deep breath, engulfing the still new smell of it all. It was so cute-sy. It was seriously perfect. “Where is the apartment?” you’re probably wondering? London. I wanted to stay in Ireland but I also wanted a fresh start. So here I am in London. Also, I can see Niall more often when he comes to his flat on breaks. (Which hasn’t happened yet). I had missed the inscriptions for school this semester as well, so I’d have to take the online classes for now.

I examined my reflexion in the mirror. High waisted shorts, a white t-shirt, a thick gold chain necklace and burgundy Vans. Pretty basic. I grabbed a black beanie off the coat hanger and tucked it on my head. I grabbed my keys off the counter and stuffed them into my purse along with my phone. I took one last glance at my little home and walked out the door. I locked it and walked down the stairs and out the door leading to outside. I strolled down the sidewalk trailed with pretty little trees up to a Starbucks at the end of my street. “How convenient” I smiled to myself. I stepped inside and ordered the usual.

“Frappuccino. Double chocolate chip with whipped cream please.”


“Vanessa.” I smiled as he nodded and wrote it down on the cup. He gestured for me to go sit down as they would call my name when it was ready.

I sat there a few minutes until I heard one name that stood out more than the others.


My head shot towards the counter. His named being called awoke memories.

*Skype with Harry*

“Sooo when you gonna come visit?” He smiled cheekily.

“Dunno.” I shrugged.

“How’ve you been Vaness?”

“Good.” I nodded. “You guys?”

He smiled. “I’ve been good.”

I smiled. “Good.” And then the awkward ex-girlfriend question that everyone expects but doesn’t want to hear… “How’’s Louis?” I asked nervously.

Harry swallowed hard. “He’s…” He bit his lip. “not doing so well.”

My eyes widened. “What’s going on?” I panicked.

“He uh misses you… He still loves you, he uh told me just yesterday.” He mumbled. My heart started beating faster. “He wants to see you.” He added.

I blinked a few times. “R-really?” I squeaked. Could this be the light in all this misery? I smiled at the thought of us being together again.

He sat awkwardly at the other side of the line. “Styles, I gotta go… talk to you soon ok? Love ya.” I chirped into the camera. I blew him a kiss. He smiled making his dimples show.

“Where you going?” He asked.

“To call Niall. Get a flight to you guys, in..?”

He laughed rolling his eyes. “Italy.”

“Italy, right.”

“See you soon.” He winked.

“Bye Harry.” I laughed.


 I saw my drink being placed on the table as well and cursed under my breath not wanting them to call my name out now. I quickly plucked out my sunglasses from my purse and put them over my eyes. It was the best I could do. After all, I wasn’t ready to see him. The flashback continued.

“But wait!” he called.

“What now?” I teased.

“Don’t tell Niall, I think it’d be a great surprise.” He grinned cheekily.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

*A few days later*

I walked off of the plane and ran into Harry’s outstretched arms. He hugged me tightly a tucked his face into my neck. He kissed my hair. “I missed you SO much.”

I laughed. “I missed you too curly.” I said ruffling his hair.

He playfully frowned. We walked into his car and drove off to their hotel. I walked in and the boys just kept doing what they were doing before I walked in, not realising I was there. Harry cleared his throat. Zayn looked up from his phone. “Holy shit, Vanessa!” He yelled running up to me. He engulfed me in a hug. With that, Liam and Niall turned around as well. Niall almost tripped on the couch as he ran up to me. He wrapped his arms around me giving me a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you so much Vanessa. What the hell are you doing here?” He chocked out.

“You know… just visiting.” I lied, winking at Harry. He smiled nervously.

The boys had to get ready for a sound check soon so I followed Harry into his room. I sat on his bed.

“So where’s Louis..?” I trailed off.

He shrugged. “Dunno.”  He picked up his suit and walked into the bathroom. I stayed sitting quietly on his bed until there was a knock on the door.

“Come in?” I said unsure.

“Harry after the sound check I’m going somewhere how do I loo-” Louis said walking in, looking at himself until his eyes met mine. I eyed the rose in his hand. I smiled as I blushed.

“Well hello Lou” I purred wrapping my arms around his neck.

He stared at me in shock. I leaned in but he pushed me away. “What the hell are you doing?” He spat disgusted.

I took a step back in horror. My mouth dropped. “I.. I-” I was stumbling upon my words. Just then, Harry walked out of the bathroom. He was pulling at his blazer till he looked up and took in the situation that lay in front of his eyes.

“Vaness I can explain.”

I teared up. “You lied!” I yelled at him.

“Vaness, calm down.” He put his hands up in surrender.

“Harry..?” Louis cut in. “What’s going on mate?”

I glared at Harry. “Why did you make me come here then?” I scowled. “To get me humiliated and heartbroken? Well I guess you deserve a hand of applause, your plan succeeded.” I spat and stormed out of the room.

I ran up to Niall crying. “I’ll call you later, I have to go now.”

“Van what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.

“I’ll explain later, I can’t do this right now. All I can say is that you can blame your curly haired ass of a friend.” I looked over my shoulder and noticed Harry standing there helplessly.

I glared at him. “I hate-” I stopped myself, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I wiped away the excess tears and ran out of the room and into the street where I called a cab back to the airport.

I watched as Harry walked up to the counter to pick up his drink.

“Vanessa.” They called out.

I took a deep breath and walked over to the counter where Harry stood, picking up his drink and a straw. 

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