"Well... why not!? You've got what you wanted, the secrets out! Now you know, so you can go and get popular, or tell the paper and even make some good money out of it! Whatever, just get the hell out!" I cried, throwing my arms around in every which direction, putting more emphasis on my words, not that they needed it. My throat was sore and a tight lump had been formed in the back of it, my eyes were stinging as I was on the verge of tears, and I'm ninety-eight percent sure my entire face was crimson. Ugh, emotions.Niall changed at my words, his face softened, and he shuffled in his seat, looking less accusatory as he continued to look up at me with eyes that looked almost...sad? He mirrored the expression of what a child would look like if their trust had been questioned by their best friend.
"I'd never do that to you, or anyone." He said sincerely, and just by looking at his face I could tell he was being honest and genuine.
I felt a little guilty and caught off guard, as I wasn't prepared for this kind of reaction from him. Although, I suppose I didn't really know what to expect, considering I haven't known known him for too long. Maybe some more arguing, or even him just not caring, probably would have been more acceptable reactions in my mind.
I bit my lip and looked away from his vivid blue eyes, not knowing what to do with myself. I stood awkwardly with my hands clasped together in front of my body, lost for words.
"I-I'm sorry I yelled at you." I said after a while of silence, looking down.
"No, that's okay. I freaked out, I suppose it was only natural for you to freak out too. And don't worry, I promise you I won't tell a soul."
I sighed and looked back up, "thankyou, Niall."
"You don't need to thank me, we're friends, right?" he said, hopeful with a small smile.
"If you want to be friends with a weirdo like me, then sure." I said with a slight chuckle. Niall never ceases to surprise me.
"Of course. But, be warned, I'll drive you crazy." He laughed, breaking the tension and lightening the mood.
"Drivin' me crazy..." I mumbled with a chuckle, passing the lounge and heading over to the kitchen to make us breakfast.
"Someone like you-ou-ou.." Niall called out laughing along and following me into the kitchen. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Always be my baby!" I yelled at the ceiling as I threw my head back, cheeks starting to get sore from smiling. I waited a moment, grabbing pans and food from the cupboards and fridge, before I realised Niall had asked a question. "Wait, sorry, what was that?"
Niall rolled his eyes but smiled, "I asked; What. Are. You. Doing?" he said slowly, practically spelling it out.
Niall and I ate breakfast together, and hung out all afternoon, talking about nonsense, watching movies, and playing video games. We came fairly close, within that short period of time, and I'm glad that he found out about Marcel... or should I say Harry?
Anyway, he left at a decent time that evening, leaving me to my thoughts.
It was a bit past eight pm, and I fancied a walk in the park, well, if I'm honest, I just wanted to see that boy again. What? He's intriguing, I can't help it. It's like an itch that I've been so desperate to scratch. I know I probably won't see him, but I can still look, right?
I stepped out of my car, and looked around the park, not really seeing many people. Thankfully it wasn't raining this time at least, but it certainly made the other night more exciting... I mean, not that it really needed it. The street lights were still in poor condition - someone really needs to replace them.
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The One With The Nerd || Larry Stylinson
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