"What," I grunted into my phone, which had been buzzing and disturbed from a well-deserved sleep. I'd only been asleep for four hours but at least it was an improvement from the usual lack of any.
"Danielle and I are having breakfast at...uh...the cafe that sells the horrible coffee but amazing chocolate eclairs. Jamie's tagging along. Would you care to join us?" he offered.
"Yeah, sure. I'll meet you there," I replied, slightly hopeful. Maybe I could use this opportunity to talk to Jamie in a civilised and less aggressive manner.
"Great. See ya," Liam acknowledged cheerfully."Bye."
"Wait!" I blurted out, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Thanks, Liam." I was very grateful that he'd invited me to breakfast with Jamie-sort of.
"No worries, Niallator."
After he disconnected, I tossed my phone on the bed and headed into the toilet to get ready. I put on a shirt, a pair of trousers, a snapback, my spectacles and a pair of trainers before splashing myself with cologne and a smear of aftershave. Not being able to grow a beard had its advantages. I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn't felt this anxious since...the hospital.
The journey there was quick, had to pull my snapback low and avoid a few curious stares but eventually, I made it without getting recognized. However, at the cafe, two members of our entourage were standing guard outside the cafe since a crowd had already gathered. The fans must have noticed Liam. As I approached the entrance, Mike spotted me so he made his way to me to escort me pass the girls and into the cafe. It wasn't too much but the confined space still made me anxious. And I managed to take some photos with a few fans, much to their satisfaction.
Moving on, I saw Liam and Danielle sitting at the table in the corner. Seemed like they had already begun their breakfast without me but I wasn't bothered. I was more focused on Jamie who had her back to me. Then, she happened to glance in the wall mirror and stared blankly at my reflection. I managed a grin but Jamie swiftly looked down and avoided eye contact. Clearly, she wasn't expecting my presence. Nevertheless, I sauntered over there and took the seat that wasn't too far away from Jamie to seem distant but wasn't too near either that'd make it appear intimate.
"What's the craic?" I greeted, trying to elicit a response from Jamie.
She cleared her throat but murmured a soft 'hello' before her eyes shifted to Danielle who smiled sympathetically.
"You alright Niallator?" Liam replied, lightening the mood.
"Yeah, mate." I glanced at Jamie from the corner of my eye and took a sip of the cup of hot tea in front of me. I reached over for the milk which Jamie handed over to me.
"Sure," she answered.
"Got the call from Simon yet, mate?" Liam questioned me. I arched one eyebrow and shook my head.
"Trouble?" I asked.
Liam shook his head."Business."
I nodded in understanding, expecting it to turn up again later.
I ordered a filling meal which involved pancakes and chicken. Meanwhile, Jamie ordered herself a hot coffee. I cast a look at her. She doesn't drink hot coffee. The only coffee she drank was iced.
Or at least she used to.
Nevertheless, I watched her face quietly as she took a sip, expecting her to spit it out in disgust.
"That's disgusting," she stated, her nose scrunching up. I smiled, feeling proud that I still knew her.
"You'd wanna try an iced one," I suggested.
"Uhh..I meant the taste. It's putrid. Besides, I prefer my coffee hot to cold."
Moving on, we continued our breakfast, making small talk. Eventually, we all finished up. I offered to pay for the bill, out of courtesy.
"Thanks for taking the bill, Niall. Liam and I are going to visit one of my mates. Jamie, would you like to come along?" Danielle offered kindly.
Jamie smiled. "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose. It's fine, I'm just going to take a walk. Familiarise myself with the streets of London while I have the time to spare. Meet you back at the hotel?"
"Yeah, definitely," Danielle replied, already walking away with Liam in tow.
"Mind if I accompany you? I could be your tour guide. I'm not exactly a local but I know me way around," I grinned.
She glanced at me nervously, pursed her lips as she deliberated an answer and then smiled delicately.
With that, we began walking along the pavement. I kept my hands in my pockets and my eyes on my feet, kicking the pebbles on the cobblestone path.
"Is London always this cold?" Jamie joked, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Uh...yeah, pretty much. It gets warmer in the summer though...but not by much. You don't...remember?"
She glanced at me briefly before looking away, shaking her head.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to make you upset. I just..."
"No, it's fine," she insisted. "I don't remember much. I feel like a stranger in my own life." She sighed, her eyes on her fingers, which were fidgeting with the sleeves of her jumper."My dad said I was in a serious accident. I hit my head pretty hard thus...the amnesia. It's frustrating, not knowing who I am," she mumbled. "But, I'm working it out," she continued, sounding slightly more cheerful.
"That's great," I commented encouragingly.
"Yup," she agreed, popping the 'p' . We continued walking and talking, occasionally stopping to admire landmarks or buildings that she said were "amazing" and "beautiful" even though there were cracks in the wall and algae on the dusty windows.
"Well, this is me," she showed me, pointing behind her with her thumb.
"Oh," I muttered, briefly looking at the building. It wasn't much but Jamie seemed content with staying there.
"Thanks for the walk...and the chat."
"It was my pleasure."
She smiles coyly, clasping her hands together in front of her."I should probably go.So...bye," she said slowly, turning around to enter the hotel. The man who held the door open for hotel guests eyed me suspiciously before directing his attention to someone behind me with one eyebrow raised. I had no doubt Mike and at least one other bodyguard, probably Adam-he'd just started a week ago-were following me for my protection. I'd gotten used to it but that didn't mean I enjoyed it. I watched as the doorman pulled the door open for Jamie.
"Wait," I called after her, unconsciously reaching out to take her hand. She turned to look at our hands before I let go. "The other day, I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine, don't worry about it."
I was referring to my sudden outburst to her.
"No, I'd like to apologize. When I saw you, it just surprised me. I'm sorry for-"
"Freaking me out?" she scoffed, smiling. "It's quite alright. How were you supposed to know I forgot everything after my fifteenth birthday?"
What? Fifteenth birthday?
"What's your last memory?" I inquired curiously.
"My mother. She was telling me about," she hesitates, blinking repeatedly,"never mind."
I nodded, not pestering her any further.
"Anyway...this was lovely. Thank you for listening."
"Anytime," I answered, understanding it was time to take my leave. I focused on those eyes and sweet smile that stole my heart before turning around, not knowing when I'd see her again. If I'd see her again.
"Niall!" Jamie called. I turned around. "Would you...would you like to come in for some tea?"
I peered into her stunning emerald eyes and grinned. "Absolutely."