Learning how to fly (Niall Horan fanfic)

7 - I open up to someone

*Rikke's POV*

I got some really good pictures of them while they were dancing and it was actually pretty funny. The boys fooled around a lot and they even made me do some steps.

 When they were finished they all took a shower while I stayed in the dancing room looking at the pictures. There was a seriously good one of Niall, like really. It was from the studio while he was singing one of his solos. The picture was taken from below and he looked straight in the camera. His eyes had the most amazing colour, like a frosty blue, deep as the ocean with a twinkel in them.

As I was glancing at the picture of Niall, I didn't hear Louis entered the room. He sat down beside me and looked at the camera before I could turn it off.

"Wow that's an amazing picture you've got there love" he said and smiled Wait, were you just drooling over one of my best mates?" he asked, sounding protective and a bit scary.

"Ehm... No, I just..." I stuttered.

"Well I don't blame you, he is pretty handsome,  right?" he asked with a smirk.

"Um, yeah... he looks good"

Well that was embarrassing

"Haha, I'm just teasing you" he laughed "So why are you here all by yourself? Most people go on a vacation with someone else, like their boyfriend or something?" 

"I don't have a boyfriend and I just... needed to get away from everything, I think" I said without thinking. 

"Get away? What do you mean with that?" 

"Ehm... Did I said that? I don't think I said that"

Why did I said that? I don't tell people things, and now I probably had to tell Louis why I wanted to get away. I'm such an idiot.

"I'm sure you said get away, what do you mean? I can keep a secret. And I'm a pretty tough listener too" he said, looking at me with a kind of sympathy in his eyes. I hated that look.

"I'm not gonna tell you. I really don't tell people things" I said as shrugged my shoulders.

Okay play the 'I-don't-give-a-fuck-type' and maybe he won't ask more questions.

"What? You never tell your friends things?" he asked, looking like he didn't believed it not caring a bit about my act.

"No, not really. I don't really open up to people. I keeps things for myself. It keeps me from getting hurt." I said, "Simple as that"

"You can't keep everything to yourself like that. Seriously, everybody needs someone to talk to, and you actually looks like someone who could need a talk" he said deathly serious.

I thought about it for a moment. He was right, I really could use someone...

But I don't even know him?

He placed a hand on my shoulder "C'mon love, tell me"

"I um... No. I can't. I'm sorry"

"Yes you can, and you're gonna tell me, or else I'll tell Niall you were staring at a photo of him" he smiled.

"Don't care" I shrugged.

"Tell me" he demanded.

"No"

"Bloody hell you're stubborn Rikke! Why won't you tell me?" 

"Because I don't know you" I answered.

"So? I can't judge you when I don't know you" 

I thought about it for a moment. He had a point. Some of those things I had never told Mie because I was afraid she would judge me, even though I knew she wouldn't.