out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 37

MELANIE RICHARDS

“What do you think about the kiss?” I distract my eyes to my nails from his stare. I cue him a little by my question so that I can taste his lips once more. I don't want to blatantly tell him, it will be really awkward and. . . weird. And creepy. 

“I just told you about it earlier.” He shrugs. “You tell me.” He nudges my arm.

I turn my sight to his eyes—those blue eyes. “It’s,” I sigh. “great.” I nod, absolutely lying. Hah, way to go to cue him. 

“No, it’s more than just great. Come on.” He nudges me, again. This time harder.

“What do you want me to say?” I laugh.

“That it’s impeccable. It’s more than anything you could ever pictured. That it’s beyond your imagination. And--"

"God, no. Are you really a poetic, because boring." I roll my eyes, looking at the other direction. I bite my bottom lip to intentionally tease him. I have no idea why am I acting like a desperate slut. It feels like something I have to do so that I can kiss him and eat his whole charming face off.

"Melanie. . ." He whines, digging for answers.

“No. I don’t know, Niall. It’s undescribable.” I inhale.

I look up to his charming face. He pouts as he raises his brows, waiting for my answer as I keep my face straight. Not letting any emotions to be out of control. If I recall the scene of the kiss, my whole inner physics are screaming. Yanking me in and out. Begging for another. Begging for the desire.

Maybe, Niall feels the same feeling. I only wish—even with a little smooch on my lips—to taste that pinkish damped lips over and over again. I realize that, I regret the decision I made earlier about not to rush things. The thing I currently need right now is to crush my lips against his thin soft-pinkish-plumped-perfectly shaped lips. Fuck.

“Melanie,” He calls me by my name. Ruining my thoughts. I shift my eyes from his lips to his harden eyes. “uh,” He stutters. “I know that you don’t want to rush—“ He shuts his eyes.

 “What—what is it?” My heart beats in a rapid motion.

“Do you want to do something?” He suddenly changes his topic. My heart leaps in one moment. “Do you want to go to the movies? The theatre?” He asks all in sudden.

“I don’t understand.” I shake my head.

“Let’s just get out of here, shall we? I need distractions.” He seems to be a little bit rushy. He snaps his phone screen and he puts his phone on his ear. “Hello? Robbie. Hey, man.” He sits up, facing his back on me. “Yeah, can you do that? Like, now?” He bends, scratching his head. “Okay, I will be there in 10. Thank you so much Rob.” He hangs up the phone.

“What are you doing? Are you leaving so soon?” I sit up and gather all my knees into my arms.

“No, let’s go. I want to take you somewhere I spent my nights in.” He stands up.

“Okay, let me change first.” I crawl out of bed then change into my casual outfit. He drives me to downtown and parks on the driveway. He takes me to a theatre? I don’t have any clue. Any single clue. He leads me inside of the building and meets the guy as opposed to be Robbie. I glance at him a few times, but he doesn’t even bother to look at me.

 Then Niall walks me inside to the cinema. It’s just the two of us and the movie hasn’t played for us yet.

“What are you really doing?” I ask him, taking a seat at the very top in the middle section.

“Taking you to watch a movie in a theatre. . . ?” He says with a look of his face, saying Duh?

I roll my eyes and lay back. “Why are we alone? We’re like the only person in here.” I mutter, looking at his face. The room is dark and the only thing that can shine out of the dark space is his eyes. He looks really mysterious in the theatre, so mystical. 

God, why.

“Because I made it to be our quality time.” He nods. “I need to chill my ass. Just, enjoy the movie.” He lays his back on the red couch. 

“What’s the movie?”

“Annabelle.” He says. A horror movie. Great choice.

“Bad choice.” I scoff.

“I know. I need a little bit of distraction. A little bit.” He gestures his fingers out to me. This guy is clearly unreadable. Unpredictable.

“What distraction?” I ask him the moment the movie starts.

“You are the distraction” He says as he focuses on the screen.

“What do you mean?” I grin, I feel myself blush and thank the room it is dark enough for him to be able to look at my idiocy.

He sighs and uncovers his eyes but instead, he plugs his fingers into his ears. “I feel like kissing you again.” He says with his lowest voice.

I feel a tense runs up through my veins as I laugh my head back and slap his shoulder. I'm being so nervous, I feel like a troll just by imagining my laugh in his perspective.

“I was just starting to get freaky that’s why I need to watch horror movie. My one and only turn offs.” He giggles—still plugging his ears. Making him look a lot more like a total idiotic. Did I make him a boner? Or. . .

“Niall, you can watch horror movies in my house.” I shake my head, still flushed by the thought of them. The thought of everything in this moment. 

“Same thing, I could’ve raped you back there.” He jokes.

“God, Niall.” I lay my body back to my seat and cup my neck with my hand. “You’re not watching with your ears plugged and your eyes fully covered.”

“The thing is, I don’t even want to watch.” He informs, looking straight into me. Without bothering the screen plays.

“Well, you’re free now.” I gesture my hand to the screen.

“No Annabelle?” He asks, still plugging his ears as his eyes flicker to the screen to make a little peek. He looks like a little innocent boy.

“No, Niall.” I giggle at his cute dorky side. I like this Niall.

He leans closer by the movie. When the scary parts suddenly pops out, he hugs me and hides his face on my back. On purpose. It’s not that I hate it. I love it, so much. I would spend the rest of the night like this, being close to each other even though only Niall that is holding me. I don’t really have the nerve to hold him back, I kissed him and I think that it was enough to make him know that I actually do have a strange feeling towards him. Whether it’s only as simple as butterflies on my stomach or just as simple as his eyes makes my cheeks flush.