Adorable Confusion

Chapter 4

His accent when he talks makes me melt inside. I've never appreciated it more than I do right now.

I almost forget what he's talk about.

My eye doesn't hurt anymore, whatever was in there must've come out already.

"I think it came out." I say, blinking a few times to make sure.

He backs away a little, to a comfortable distance.

"Thanks," I say.

"Sorry you had to get so close to my weird-looking face." I awkwardly laugh.

He sighs. "I don't think you're weird looking...that's not why it didn't work out with us" I sink down in my chair.

"You're actually.....pretty." I hear him say.

I quickly sit up and look at him.

He's smiling a weird smile I've never seen him have before.

I'm confused...

Niall Horan actually....complimented me?

What is this?

"Uh, really?" I smile, unsure how to respond to this unusual act of verbal affection.

"Yea you're pretty." He says it like its obvious.

"Thanks."

Then comes the silence.

Oh, no. The dreaded, and frequent (with us), 'what are we supposed to do now?' silence.

I look up at the clock again.

Shit!

Now we only have six minutes left.

"You know what? I'm sorry if I made this awkward by forcing this on you," I say to him.

"I kinda get it now. I guess I was trying too hard to make something happen between us." I confess.

Deep down I finally understand it.

I was in deNIALL (<< XD) before.

"Sorry if I mislead you. I didn't mean to.." He apologizes, staring at the table my arm's resting on.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend before?" I immediately mentally kick myself for asking him that.

I'm pretty sure I know his answer, but it will kill me if he says he has.

"Not really." He responds.

There's a pause.

What does "not really" mean?

I have to stop overthinking everything. Lets just say it means no.

I began playing with a piece of string hanging from the sleeve on my baby blue shirt.

"Have you?" He caught me off guard by asking that.

I open my mouth to speak, but the words come out a couple seconds later.

"Not really." I decide to imitate his response.

"Oh." He says.

"There's not too many people I like. Guys are just jerks these days, ya know?" I say in all honesty.

He nods at my statement. Which surprises me.

"Yea, a lot of guys only care about how pretty a girl is. Or the size of her...you know..." He blushes.

I smile.

Oh my fucking god dude you're making it hard to get over you.

"Well what do you like in a girl?" I ask, and as soon as I do, I regret it.

I know what he's probably thinking...'omg she's asking me this so she can change into whatever I say'

"Well...I don't know," He smiles. "It's not like I have a specific type of girl I go after. I don't just see a pretty girl and be like, 'oh hey wanna go out?' I like getting to know people before I think about if I have feelings for them."

OH. He's being such a fucking turn on right now.

My heart is currently beating so fast, I feel like I'm gonna faint.

I'm sweating like crazy; my face is probably bright red.

My focus is on his small, thinned lips. I watch as they thin even more when he widens into a smile, to show his big white teeth.

He makes me smile; but I attempt to hide it with my hand.

I just want his lips on mine.

I wanna have that sort of passionate affection with him.

I need it. So fricking bad.

"Have you ever kis-" I was interrupted by the bell.