The Irish One

After my encounter with Niall earlier that morning, I was left in an even fouler mood than before. I was rigid and unable to keep still; constantly pacing and sitting down only to stand back up once more. I was unremittingly laying down in my bed only to find myself wearing a line into the floorboards in the main room. I couldn't sit, I couldn't rest, I could not pace.
Temporary.
Temporary. . .
Obsession?
Temporary obsession.
Those two words seemed quite befitting and tangled themselves together almost effortlessly in the moment.
Temporary obsession.
I am his temporary obsession.
I had found myself at a local breakfast. Maggie's, to be exact. I figured I was tired of the old coffee shop foods, and I was too disinterested to actually full stock my kitchen. I seated myself and picked up a menu. What is interesting about the place is that the amount of Eastern European influence the food had. It was nice. A familiar taste.
Stuffed cabbages. . .
Brots. . .
The little bell clanged and I felt my heart drop. I needn't to look up. I already knew. There was shuffling and I could feel the chairs sliding across the abrasive wooden floors and being placed around my two-person table.
"Hey, Aj." Zayn said. Four boys sat about me.
"Lovely day, isn't it." Louis smiled.
"Fancy seeing you here." Liam adds.
"Would you leave me alone?" I whispered.
"What?" Harry asks. "Could you repeat that?"
I had enough of this. I thrust my chair back and stand up.
"Y'know what? I call z' cops on you!" I seethed. "I'm fucking done with z' shit you pull with me. Get out of my town and away from me. Take ze' Irish boy with you? Do you hear me?"
The five stared at me. It was something awful. They were completely aphonic. Harry was the first to break the daze.
"So you're German." He says. "I finally figured it out." He must have thought he was so genius. So clever. So astute. It wasn't too hard to figure it out. I wasn't hiding it either. It's not the fifties and sixties anymore. It just starts to wear off when you are surrounded by a certain accent for so long.
I withdrew into my shell once more. "So, what does it matter."
"Well, explains some of your stubbornness, for one. And your accent." Harry replies.
I roll my eyes. "I'm not fucking Stubborn. And as for accent, I haven't got one." They gave me this sly smile that caused me to groan. "Leave me alone, I just want to eat in peace. Why do you all insist following me. Go somewhere else, do something with yourselves. God, how do people put up with you?"
Louis smiles. "Most people would kill to be in your shoes."
"He's right," confirms Harry. "They really would."
"The fuck?" I say.
"Yeah, people think our shenanigans, if you will, are quite cute." Louis continues. I roll my eyes in exasperation. "May we sit with you?"
"Well it seems like I do not have much of a choice, do I?"
The four boys picked up their menu's and had begun to browse their selections, chatting over what sounded good, and the oddly named foods that were displayed. I had to explain what Borscht, Schi, Solyanka were along with other Russian und Germanic foods. The way their faces twisted a bit was quite amusing.
However, despite our small chats, I knew they weren't here to simply visit me. They had come here for something else. I felt as though that, perhaps, due to one's absence, it had to do with him.
"Where's Niall?" I ask.
Zayn's face grew a bit more somber as he set down his tea.
"To be honest with you, that is what we came to discuss with you." he stated. He then leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm not sure I'm following," I said.
"Niall told us what happened, AJ." Louis interjected, holding his hand up to signal Zayn to quiet. "About the coffee shop and about earlier this morning."
"That is really none of your concern, but thank you for your visit. Now leave." I say bitterly.
"AJ, what happened. You really gave him a proper fright." Liam spoke up.
"It's complicated," I muttered.
"Why'd you run off?" Zayn asked. Now this started to feel like an interrogation.
"I didn't run."
"Well," Zayn rubbed the side of his face tiredly. "I mean, that was how he worded it. And you do realize he's sporting a black eye right now because of you. So, like, what'd he do that was so terrible?"
"Your mate shouldn't have invaded my personal space, then."
I then heard a laugh emitted from Harry. He seemed genuinely amused. He broke into a wide grin. "He fucking kissed you, didn't he. What kind of trouble did he get himself into now?"
"Will you all just fuck off? Why the bloody hell are you all so interested. He's yer best mate, wouldn't mate's normally give each other thumbs up and wink or something? Leave it alone. Leave him alone and leave me alone. What happened between the two of us, stays between the two of us, stays between the two of us. Got It, pretty boy?" I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth.
"Oi, Simon isn't going to like this." Louis whispered to Liam. Liam shook his head.
"I don't know what you are trying to gain from all of this, AJ, but the media has already hurt him enough because of the last bird he was with. Niall is an older brother to me and I swear-"
"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" I ask.
They all look around at each other. "You really don't know who we are, do you?" Liam asked me. I shook my head.
"You are five bloody teenagers I can't seem to rid myself of." I replied. "Is that the answer that you are looking for?"
They all looked at each other.
They looked like they were about to say something when my phone buzzed. I read the text.
Charlie: So, Footie match?

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