Mine (N.H)

12

ANNABELLE

My head was constantly spinning like a dancing table top.

Everything was a blur except for Niall's face and the ingredients.

"Babe, relax. Though it's the first time you are actually making something, you'll ace it. All you have to do is take a deep breath and picture me kissing you. You'll be at ease" Michael smirks and clutches me harder.

Michael has been flirting with me from the past hour and mocking at my jitteriness.

"I'm suffocating" I bark at him. "And don't give me that hooey" I slightly whack his arm.

"You don't look good, when your nervous"

"And Niall doesn't care about it" I answer back.

That name and his hands were slowly withdrawn. I turn around to see his face fall. His eyes showed clear confusion and uneasiness and his face dangerously close to my own.

"How did Niall come into this?" He slowly questions.

"He's my partner" I blurt out.

"Oh..." He trails of.

The sudden change in his body language was a daze. His shoulders dropped. His eyes were low and never met mine again. I could feel his heavy breath against my skin and his uneasiness from my sitting over his lap.

Why?

Carefully noting down his body language, I quickly get up and make my way towards the kitchen. How can someone react like this at petty issues? This is absolutely crazy.

Soon enough the insides of me finally seek for answers to my stupid questions. My stomach growled and I removed my frustration in the coffee canister. I quickly withdraw it from the kitchen cabinet and close it with a bang. Soon I place the canister on the countertop with a thud.

Why do I do this? I look at the canister with commiseration.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't your mistake but I had to do something, dear coffee." I mumble to myself.

Slow enough, I manage to open it by the lid and seep into its captivating aroma. My eyes fall upon the stove infront of me.

"Niall, I need a screw driver to fix this shit"

"Uh, sure.. I'll get it"

He looked at me confusedly and I slightly chuckled.

"Can you place the knob in place and I'll screw it shut? " I find his blues dancing with confusion. Biting my lip to control my laughter, I looked at him from my left to the right eye and felt his hands dangerously to mine. The lightest touch sent a series of chills through me.

At a point and I felt his hard stare at my hands and then my face. It was interesting to catch him starting at me. But also I didn't want him to withdraw his eyes off me.

Anyhow, he could bring me back, this smile.

He was always the quiet one and stood at one corner of the kitchen. But there was something captivating about him and I was hooked to it.

"I'm sorry" a pair of sturdy hands snake around my waist pulling me closer to his body. Michael turns me all of a sudden and and our faces were dangerously close to each other.

I looked at him still thinking about how lovely it would have been to see Niall's eyes like this.

Michael's dark irises were still trained over me. Not once did his eyes falter away from me.