Paper Houses **N.H**

Chapter 12

Evelyn's POV-

When I woke up, I looked around on my floor for a paper airplane, but there was none to be found. I guess he'd ignored my little note from yesterday, which made me just a little upset, not gonna lie. I at least wanted to apologize and not have ill feelings. It was just making it more awkward for me to not know what was going on in his head. Did he even want to make things right?

He was probably writing some song about how terrible girls were over in his room right now.

I tried to paint, but I couldn't. It was hard to concentrate when I couldn't take my mind off it all. Everytime I brought my brush up to the canvas, nothing happened. I'd just freeze up. The one moment that I actually did apply some of the oils, it just messed it up and didn't make any sense. Yet another mistake I'd have to fix.

I knew my dad wasn't really a love expert, but I decided just to talk to him about the situation. I went downstairs to make some rooibos tea, seeing him at the kitchen table scrolling Facebook with his cup of coffee like he did everyday in a sort of routine.

"Good morning, Sweetheart" he looked up. 

"Dad, can I talk to you about something?" I asked.

"Yeah, what's up?" 

I poured the water into the cup and placed a teabag in it, then walked over to the breakfast room table and sunk down in one of the wicker kitchen chairs.

"What do you do when you make a mistake and end up hurting someone, and then you try to apologize, but they won't give you a chance, so you give them a written note and they ignore it?"

He stared at me, a blank expression on his face. "Is this about Niall?"

"No, my friend is going through something" I said slowly but my voice cracking slightly.

"I'm not dumb, Ev, it was pretty obvious you two had some tension between you two last night"

I sighed. "Alright, fine, yes."

He smirked a little. "Did you try to apologize to his face, or just on the note?"

"Both?"

"Why don't you try again? You two have both had a chance to sleep on it. Maybe it'll just seem like a stupid little thing that's not worth the tension if you try again. Sometimes a good nights sleep is all it takes. That, and a cup of coffee"

"So, do you think I should go over there?" I tilted my head.

"I would"

"Alright" I took a sip of my tea. 

"Put some clothes on first" he nodded at my pajamas.

"Yes sir" I set down my cup and went back upstairs, putting on some shorts and a spaghetti strap. 

I also put on a little bit of fragrance and combed out my hair. I didn't want to look like I'd just rolled out of bed. I, mean, I hadn't, but I had been working on my art in my pajamas.

Once dressed, I gave myself one last look in the mirror, taking a deep breath, then headed back down the stairs.

"Good luck" my dad called.

"I need it" I said back, opening the front door and closing it behind me.

I walked barefoot through the grass, the dew making my toes feel slippery. When I got up their front porch, I wiped my feet off on the welcome mat to get the moisture and pieces of the grass blades off, then rang the door bell.

Here we go. No turning back now.

No one answered, so I rang a second time. This time around, I heard the door open. I held my breath expecting Niall to be standing there, but Bobby was the one I met.