On this day in 1996, US Magazine names Kevin Spacey “One of 10 breakthrough artists of 1996.”
“I don’t believe in basking. Tennessee Williams wrote a great essay called The Catastrophe of Success, about what happens when you wallow around a kidney-shaped swimming pool collecting residual checks when you should be doing meaningful work. Not only is it dangerous for your talent, but it’s dangerous for you as a person.” ~ Kevin Spacey, US Magazine, April 7, 1996
Preference #26-He Forgets Your Anniversary (Niall)
A/N: In the texts, you’re in italics, and your friend is in bold.
“(Y/N), have you seen my golf shoes?” Niall called.
“Have you checked the closet?” You replied, pushing back your chair and walking to your bedroom, where Niall was.
“Found them, love,” Niall said, coming out of the closet and holding them up. “Do you want to come out with me tonight?”
“Sure, Niall,” You replied, smiling at him. “Anywhere specific? What should I wear?”
“Just a few drinks with the lads. Something casual,” Niall said, putting on his shoes.
“Okay.” You murmured, biting your lower lip and wondering if Niall had forgotten that today was your fourth anniversary. Niall left shortly after, and you did as well, heading to the bakery to pick up the cake that you’d ordered. You came home and put the cake in the fridge, before going upstairs to wrap the present that you’d gotten him. You took it down stairs, and placed it on the table.
“Love? I’m home,” Niall called, stepping into the kitchen.
“Hey, Niall,” You murmured. “How was golf?”
“It was great, (Y/N),” Niall said, coming over and pressing his lips to your cheek. “What were you up to?”
“Not much. Went to the store, wrapped a present,” You replied.
“You wrapped a present? For whom?” Niall asked.
“For you,” You said, gesturing towards the table.
“For me,” Niall murmured, furrowing his brow. “Can I open it now?”
“If you want to,” You quietly said, picking it up and handing it to him. He started to remove the wrapping paper, carefully folding it and placing it on the table. He opened the box, and took out a small slip of paper.
“A….gift receipt,” Niall murmured. “For….a new set of clubs?”
“Go look in the closet,” You said, smiling at him. He did, and you followed him, wanting to see the look on his face. Niall opened the closet door, and took out the set of clubs you’d bought him.
“These are beautiful, love,” Niall murmured, his eyes wide.
Do you like them?“ You inquired.
“I love them. Thank you so much, (Y/N).” Niall said, leaning them against the wall and putting his arms around you.
“You’re welcome,” You replied, glad that he was happy.
“I’m going to go shower and change before we head out to meet the lads, love,” Niall said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You nodded, feeling your heart sink. You went upstairs and quickly changed, before going downstairs and taking a seat on the couch. You took out your phone and began to message your best friend.
Hey, (Y/N). What’s up?
I think Niall forgot our anniversary.
I’m sorry. Have you said anything to him?
No, not yet. I don’t know how….
Maybe just ask him if he wants to go out for dinner, just the two of you, to celebrate your anniversary?
I might. Thank you.
You set down your phone, waiting for Niall to come downstairs.
“Ready, love?” Niall inquired, slipping on his shoes.
“Ready,” You replied, tucking your phone into your pocket. The two of you headed out to Niall’s car, and drove off to the pub that the two of you were meeting Harry, Liam and Louis at. You took a seat at the bar when you arrived there, ordering a drink, while Niall went to talk to the boys.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Harry said, taking a seat next to you.
“Hi, Harry,” You murmured, glancing over at him.
“Why are you over here by yourself?” Harry inquired.
“I just….don’t really feel like socializing,” You replied, taking a sip of your drink.
“What did Niall do?” Harry asked.
“Today’s our anniversary,” You said, biting your lower lip. “But please don’t say anything to him.”
“I won’t,” Harry said, putting a hand on your shoulder before getting up to leave. You sat there a while longer, until Niall came over.
“Ready to go, love?” He asked.
“Sure,” You replied. You waved goodbye to Harry, Liam and Louis, before walking out of the pub. The two of you went home, the car ride silent. When you arrived at home, you got out of the car and walked inside. Niall followed, wondering why you were so quiet.
“What’s wrong, love?” Niall inquired, closing the door behind him.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Niall. I’m going to bed,” You said, walking upstairs. You took off your clothes and got in the shower, finally allowing yourself to cry, the water covering your sobs. When you were done, you changed into your pajamas, and went to the guest room. You pulled back the covers and climbed in, staring at the ceiling until you fell asleep.