Assassin to Assassin [Narry]

Chapter 1.

Niall

I take the subway train to work every day. I work part-time; 9-12 everyday at Starbucks. It's not enough, but it still manages to pay my bills. So I can't complain. Much. I wouldn't say I was a popular person. I have two very close friends; Liam and Zayn. No, I don't have a girlfriend. Shocker, right?

I'm getting to a point in life where I'm starting to think my life is the resemblance of The Truman Show. For those of you who don't know, the The Trueman Show is a film classic based about a boy whose life has been filmed since birth. He sees the same people every day, does the same chores every day, lives the same life every day and still nothing to show for it. Long story short, that's exactly how I'm feeling right now.

Every day was the same, right up until I saw him.

That man.

I've never seen him before in my life.

I had literally just gotten on the subway train, when I saw him. He was sitting a couple of seats opposite me. Well, I was standing, holding on to one of the rails - he was sitting down. He had a laptop balanced on his knees and whatever he was working on, looked important. It was just odd. He wasn't the kind of guy you'd normally see on a subway train the first place anyway. He's the kind of guy you'd want to see riding unicorns or dragons...

Anyway, he was dressed in this flashy leather jacket with matching ankle boots, his hair tied up in this sort of man-bun. His fingers were long as they typed furiously over the keyboard, his hands were large and manly. His face was scrunched up with concentration, his lower lip caught in between his teeth.

Oh, no. He's caught me staring. His fingers pause briefly, hovering over the keyboard and his eyes lift up, sensing they someone is watching him. How did he do that? How did he know I was watching him? Was I really being that obvious?

Wow. His eyes. They're a pure green, covered by thick long lashes. Suddenly, my mouth has gone dry and my palms have become sweaty. Which is strange, considering the railing was freezing cold not seconds ago. He's still looking at me. His gaze is strong and...almost intimidating. I should look away. I blink and look down, feeling the colour rush to my cheeks. I don't dare look up again until I'm certain that my cheeks have returned to their normal pale complex but when I look back up again, he's still staring. My, God. What is his problem?

I shift uncomfortably under his gaze and when the train lurches to a stop, one of the men behind accidentally shoves into my back. I grunt a little and for a moment, I'm distracted. The man doesn't even apologise. But when I let go of the handle and when I look back to the man sitting down, he's gone. I frown and look around me. The place is crowded so there's no way he could've gotten off the train in that certain amount of time.

As the crowd pile out of the train, I look around, just in case I've only missed him.

He's gone.

And I'll never get to see him again.

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Here's the first chapter! Please let me know what you think, thank you :) xxx