"Oi, what're ye looking at over there, huh?" Niall asks while he tries to figure out why I didn't say a single word since we entered this bar five minutes ago.

The reason for my silence is simple, though: You. You're sitting there, a few meters away, a guy I've never seen before holding you in his arms as you talk and laugh with each other, his hand caressing your arm. You should be this happy and touchy with me, not with him, but I was a stupid idiot and let you pass me by. We first met about a year ago, at exactly this bar, and after that first night, we decided to get to know each other better. We went on a few dates, had a lot of fun and spent some very satisfying nights together for about a month, and it all went in the right direction. But the dickhead I actually am, at some point I threw myself into work and forgot everything around it, including you. But seeing you being happy in another man's arms tonight, makes me realise, that I might have fallen deeper for you back then than I'm willing to admit, because it's kinda tearing me apart to see you with someone else.

I keep staring at you for another minute, a very confused Niall following my gaze with his eyes to figure out why I'm acting so weird, but then suddenly you turn your attention back from Mr. Charming and our eyes meet, the moment bringing all these happy feelings I had during our short time together back. God, I was so stupid to neglect you and let you go.

"I think I need some fresh air." I tell Niall, before I get up from my seat and hurry towards the door, leaving the bar. I lean against the brick wall and run my hand through my hair in frustration. How can I still be affected after almost a year? I really need to get you out of my head, but I have no idea how.