Liar

Sixteen

I wake, gazing at familiar walls, light blue and absolutely fabulous. I reach for my phone to check the time... There is no phone. Fuck! It's in my clutch and I left it at the club!

As I can't check the time on my cell phone I have to switch the light on and read the time off the clock on the wall. Nine am. I lie back down, desperate at the loss of my iPhone. I get out of my bed and stand to my feet quickly - too quickly. I have a headache, even though I haven't drunk anything but the Margarita. I want to leave my room, but before I open the door I hear Jake yelling at somebody. I open the door, so I can understand who he's yelling at and why.

"Are you sick?!" He yells. An unfamiliar voice replies, but I can't figure out who the stranger is. "Leave her alone. She's my girlfriend. You fucking idiot can't just kiss girls who are taken! Go back to Attleboro and leave her the fuck alone!" Niall is here. He's here, just a few feet away from me. And Jake acts the role of the jealous boyfriend surprisingly good. Maybe because he is the jealous boyfriend. I can't stop my feet from running toward the front door and spotting Niall and Jake, almost knocking each other down.

"Rose, hi." Niall's eyes take in my presence from up and down and somehow I enjoy the way he does. Until I realize I am wearing my PJs, no bra, a weird hairband that looks awful on me, well on everyone, and I should have washed my hair yesterday. Oh, and of course I wear my glasses. I don't remember putting them on, I haven't even taken them with me to Attleboro because I don't need them anymore.

"You're beautiful, Rosalie." How can he manage to compliment me, when I'm standing before him, looking more unhygienic than Charlie Sheen when he's high? That boy does unexpected things. I like that.

"Well, thank you, but uhm, I'm totally ugly, er, but why are you here? The kiss.. It meant nothing. I know you wouldn't have thought of it as more anyways, but I want to clarify stuff before it gets too complicated," I explain, speaking way too hastily and hell, do I have to make things that obvious?

"He brought you your clutch. And, now fuck off before I call the police!" Jake slams the door closed in front of Niall, and though the incomplete feeling is back, my shoulders relax at the realization that I have my cell phone back, and all the money I carried with me. I know I shouldn't do this, but I check my wallet to see if everything is in it and to my surprise I find all the money, three hundred dollars, and one dollar that doesn't belong to me. I take it out and find a note written on the dollar, covering it completely.

"Hey Rose,

As you probably know, I'm not good at talking to people and I cannot afford it to put a one-million-dollar-check into your wallet as Jake probably can. I hope one dollar is fine. You asked me about my childhood. Well, my parents were usual, caring parents until one day, they left all of a sudden. They left me and my younger brother

alone. We didn't tell our other relatives about it, we don't like them to be honest. Look, I've never told anyone before, and it's an odd feeling to open up for once, I think that is all I've needed for so long.

Lots of Love (and hell, I am capable of love you idiot), Niall x"

This is the most romatic thing I've ever read. It's not because of his childhood, or him opening up. It's because he wrote it on a dollar, showing that money actually is worthless.

*thank you x* I type a quick message for Niall and send it before I have a shower. Jake went showering after Niall left... Was forced to leave. As the water drops on my shoulders, massaging my back gently I think of the kiss again. I've never been that affected after a kiss. I put shampoo in my hair and shower gel on my body and hop out of the shower again. As I check the time on my phone I find a message from Niall.