CHAPTER 5
Did I hear that correctly?
Did the blonde ki- Niall actually say he loved me? I never noticed but now I remember seeing him at around from time to time. He's in the same grade as Harry and I because I used to see him in sit in the back of the classroom barely making a noise. He was always so quiet I never would have expected he was I love with me. I remember once when Harry didn't show up to school one day and we had to do a project.
The teacher put us in groups of three and usually she would put Harry and I into a group but he didn't show up. So she put me, Niall, and a brown eyed boy named Ansel into a group of three. Ansel was the popular boy in our 6th grade class. All the girls wanted him and even some teachers. He could have any girl that he wanted, but not me. Ansel is attractive but I don't see him as boyfriend material. He walks around like he's the kind and we're all his workers. He always looked at me like he hasn't ate in months and I was a slice of pizza. I always tried to ignore it but was hard not to.
I never told Harry because that would just make it awkward since they've been neighbors since they were born. Anyways, when everyone moved to they're groups. I sat in the middle with Niall to my left and Ansel to my right. We sat in the back corner away from everyone else so we won't be interrupted by anyone. The project was on to make a poster of our favorite book. No one spoke in our group. Niall just kept his head down fiddling with his fingers while Ansel kept a small smirk on his face staring at me. I rolled my eyes and decided I'll break the silence.
"So what's your favorite book?" I asked Niall.
He mumbled something under his breath.
"Sorry Love, Can you repeat that?" I asked leaning in closer to Niall. He lifted his head up and said.
"Diary of a Wimpy Kid"
"Are you serious!? That book is for kids. No one reads those books, now I see why you have no friends loser." Ansel hollered.
Everyone in the entire classroom heard Ansel, even the teacher. The teacher loved Ansel so she did nothing when it happened. Everyone started laughing and pointing at Niall. Niall started turning red in the face and got his stuff and walked out of the classroom. The teacher just told everyone to quiet down and she said nothing to Niall as he left. That made me really mad, so I got out of my chair and stood right into Ansel's face. Even though he's about a whole foot taller than me I didn't care.
"How dare you say that to Niall? Diary of a Wimpy Kid is not for kids only. My Freaking uncle reads those books and he's a businessman who has everything he wants. I read those books and they make me laugh too. If reading those makes you a loser then I'm the biggest loser of all time. Don't you ever call Niall a loser again or ever hurt his feelings because if you do I'm gonna stick my foot so far up your butt your going to two surgeries to just get my shoelaces out!!"
By that time now everyone was silent and just staring at me and Ansel. He was looking at me with terror in his eyes and that little smirk he had on his face was gone now. Without even thinking I grabbed all of my stuff and walked out of the classroom to find Niall.
I can't remember anything that happened after that but the only thing that matters now is that he thinks I hate him now. I don't, it's actually the complete opposite. Niall is small for his age but that doesn't mean I look at him any different. I wish I could talk to him but I hadn't realized I drifted off to sleep until I heard Harry, Zayn, and Liam talking over me.
"She's crying in her sleep!" Sounded like Liam.
"What do we do then, I don't want to scare her out of the dream she's having. Couldn't that hurt her?" Sounded like Zayn.
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