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‘Niall.’

 

 

Greg whispered from across the table.

 

 

‘I have to tell you something.’

 

 

As of the moment, I was chewing on my fries and was about to devour my cheese burger, barely hearing my older brother as I was warped up from the sight of the food on my plate.

 

 

We were at McDonalds, you see.

 

 

I looked up at him, confused at the seriousness painted across his face.

 

 

‘What? What is it?’

 

 

I asked as I sipped my Coke.

 

 

‘You know that generous donor who gave us money for your therapy?’

 

 

I nodded in response.

 

 

‘Well, you see, after I asked some of the staff at the hospital, I found out who they were…well…more like who he is.’

 

 

‘What? Really?’

 

 

I exclaimed with pure bliss as the thought of knowing the identity of the man behind my successful recovery dawned me.

 

 

‘Well, I dunno if you want to hear it…’

 

 

He said trailing off as if he doesn’t want to continue.

 

 

‘What?! Are you kidding me? I do wanna know!’

 

 

He sighed audibly in his seat.

 

 

‘Greg…’

 

 

I warned.

 

 

‘Who are they?...I mean, what’s HIS name?’

 

 

I asked urging him to spit it out.

 

 

‘It was Harry Styles, Niall.’

 

 

He said blankly.

 

 

‘He paid for your therapy.’

 

 

I fell dead silent for a moment, stunned and mulling over the sudden revelation.

 

 

Harry?

 

 

He did this?

 

 

Really?

 

 

This is unbelievable.

 

 

‘Well… he should still be worried coz I’m still gonna fight him and his family. Yes, the money he gave may have gotten me back my sight but that doesn’t mean I’m retreating and letting him go innocent. I know he did this to me, I know he blinded me. And if he’s going to use his ‘anonymous generous donor’ shit thing, he doesn’t have to worry because I’ll give his money back. I’ll work hard just to pay off what I owe him. I’m just not letting this go his way. No.’

 

 

‘Well, I think it’s no need for that now.’

 

 

Greg said shocking me.

 

 

‘What do you mean?’

 

 

I asked.

 

 

‘He already admitted it.’

 

 

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped to the floor.

 

 

‘What?!’

 

 

‘I said he already admitted he blinded you. I found out he released a statement eight months ago telling that he blinded you. And it’s not just a simple statement. He admitted it publicly, Niall. He did it during a student body convention at your school when he was asked to give a speech since he was the president. He was relieved of all his affairs at school, his position in the student body, his position in the football team and he was also kicked out and was transferred somewhere else. As for the police, his father bailed him out of all the charges but even with that, he still had to serve community service. It’s written all over the local newspaper. It’s quite a scandal.’

 

 

I staredoutside the window beside me, absent mindedly gazing over at the road still trying to process all that.

 

 

‘And I’m only hearing this now?’

 

 

I asked blankly.

 

 

‘I had no idea too, Niall. Plus, he really did a good job at hiding his identity being the anonymous donor who helped you out. Even the staff said they too were shocked when they found out he was behind it.’

 

 

‘How did they know he was the donor?’

 

 

I asked with more interest.

 

 

‘They said some guy actually talked to one of the staff telling him that Harry is donating a big amount.’

 

 

‘And how come they didn’t tell me he’s behind all of this?’

 

 

‘The guy said Harry wants to stay anonymous for as long as possible.’

 

 

‘Why?’

 

 

‘I dunno.’

 

 

I sighed.

 

 

‘Niall, I know you this is all hard on you…but…’

 

 

‘But what?’

 

 

He looked away as I cut his sentence off.

 

 

‘You want me to forgive him, do you?’

 

 

He looked up and nodded slowly.

 

 

‘Well, he DID help, you know.’

 

 

He defended.

 

 

At that moment, I my brother sounded like Detective Radcliffe, the one guy who I thought would motivate me to fight on, but instead, motivated me to just…give up.

 

 

I heaved out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding and stood up from my seat.

 

 

‘I’m not hungry anymore.’

 

 

I muttered under my breath.

 

 

‘I’m gonna go outside for a bit.’

 

 

‘What? Why? Where are you going?’

 

 

‘Gonna get some gum or something.’

 

 

I grabbed my backpack and stormed out of the building not wanting to hear my brother’s protesting.

 

 

I just needed air.

 

 

Greg’s right, everything is hard for me at this point.

 

 

There’s just too many things going on.

 

 

And even the idea of food, which was an effective antidote of all my worries, is not helping at all.

 

 

I stepped inside a grocery store just beside the McDonalds branch I was at earlier.

 

 

I know Greg must be worried to death right now, but I just needed sometime alone.

 

 

I picked up a couple of TicTacs and a soda drink, went to the counter to pay then stepped outside.

 

 

However, as I walked outside, about to pop some TicTacs on my my mouth, my sight suddenly landed on the man standing frozen right in the middle of the parking lot.

 

 

He was staring back at me.

 

 

He had his shades on, but I know he’s looking at me.

 

 

He was wearing a thin v-neck white shirt, black skinny jeans and worn out low cut leather boots.

 

 

His typical weekday outfit.

 

 

How did I know?

 

 

Well, basing from his messy curly brown hair and that ever-famous BMW behind him which probably smelled like sex because, as legends say, it was the infamous vehicle who took the virginity ofa multitude of girls at school who were dumb enough to go inside which eventually broke their hearts into million pieces …I can say I know who this motherfucker is.

 

 

Harold Styles himself.

 

 

His mouth was about to touch the floor and I can’t say I was about to do the same.

 

 

Sure I was shocked but how do I know this is not a dream or a delusion?

 

 

I was just plotting some horrid situations which would probably avenge my past a minute ago and now he’s right there showing his ass out of fucking nowhere.

 

 

Is this one of those weird circumstances where you think of something/someone really really hard and then they would magically appear right before your eyes?

 

 

Is this thattelepathic sort of thing?

 

 

No?

 

 

Well, this is probably all in my head then, right?

 

 

Nah.Probably not.

 

 

The coldness of my soda told me this is reality.

 

 

And with that said, I realized how cliché this is.

 

 

Well, if you remember, the last time I saw him was at the school parking lot.

 

 

And now here again.

 

 

Another friggin’ parking lot.

 

 

History DOES repeat itself.

 

 

Although I was kinda hoping I would keep my eyesight this time.

 

 

Or any part of my well-being for that matter.

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Pic on the side: the Horan Bros. :)))

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