Loved You Once (Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Zoe’s P.O.V.
He would never!
I don’t know what I was worried about though, I knew he would occasionally flirt with girls in front of me he promised to me he wouldnevercheat. I trust him, that must have been his cat or something, or maybe a TV show, it was the TV. Yes. Nothing to worry about. But I couldn’t help but feel in the back of my doubt, and a voice telling me how stupid I was to trust him. But I was a going to trust him as he would trust me…Right?

I went to bed unnerved that night and unsure of my decision to trust Josh. But went with it anyway, he would never and I trust him completely.

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of Chloe’s alarm clock in the next room, not that she would be waking up to it anyway. Every night before we went to bed she would try and convince herself to wake up early and go for a run or to the gym before work so she wouldn’t have to go afterwards at like 10pm. Not that she needed to go to the gym, she had one of the fastest metabolisms I’ve ever seen!
So I drag my self out of bed and into her room to turn off the alarm and wake her up my self like I seem to do every morning. But she wasn’t there, I called her name, a bit surprised that she wasn’t in her bed, and she couldn’t possibly be up at this hour. I start worrying a bit and feel my eye brows crease into a frown. But then I remember she was staying at her sisters for the night.
As I would be getting ready alone anyways It would be best to just have my shower now and get it over and done with. After I had a shower I got changed into a pair of fitted , red high waisted jeans to show off the legs I had been working on all Winter (even if I was just going to be behind a counter) and reach out for my ever-so-flattering work shirt. Which is as plain as they get, black collared shirt with the Café logo on it. Chloe ordered the for me but ended up getting it a size to small so it went down to my waist, meaning I had to wear something over it, under it or high waisted pants.
I decided today I would wear a white singlet under the shirt and decide to not tuck it into the jeans and let in loosely hug my hips. I put my hair long fair curls into a high ponytail and let some of my loose hair fall around my face as I look in the mirror one last time before grabbing my phone and purse before heading out the door for another joyful day at work.
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I have only ½ an hour until break and I am counting down the minutes, the place has been really quiet today and that just makes it as boring as ever. It was then I decide that I can’t keep putting off cleaning up Maria (that’s what we call the coffee machine), so I get started and naturally someone walks in right as I start to clean up. Seeing as I’m still wearing
seeing as my back is facing them. Thankfully hiding the mess in front of me. I turn to face the customer and see the reminding post it notes on the side of the screen and make sure to smile and use manners before looking at the customer who seems to have some weird interest in my face as I can see him staring out of the corner of my eye.

I look up and find, well at least I think it is, but he seems to be the guy from the other day. Wearing the exact clothing except he's wearing skinny jeans instead of baggy ones, which might I say do flatter his body, and really well at that.

I then feel his eyes looking up and down my body, even if its the top half with the rest of my behind the counter, and I couldn't help but get a bit self conscious so I decided to interrupt whatever it was exactly he was doing and ask him for what he wanted to order with a million dollar smile firmly planted on my face.

After that weird encounter he said nothing else and left with his coffee and blueberry muffin. he didn't say anything. Not a little hi, or thank you even like a normal customer, and he didn't take his eyes off his phone while I was making the coffee.


But I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that he didn't say anything to me, and his eyes were glued to the screen the whole time I was making his cappuccino. He was probably just being a loyal boyfriend, presuming he had a girlfriend, which is good. I mean mine is the same...


Right?...

Notes

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