Liar

Twenty-one

This was the most embarrassing class in my whole life. Niall did not blush, not even react to the class laughing about us. I was red like a tomato. I've never been humiliated that extreme in my life.

"It's not that embarrassing, his texts were much worse," Mona tries to comfort me but fails.

"Mona, this is more embarrassing as Barack Obama farting in public."

"Almost." She laughs and I giggle along with her.

"Ich habe jetzt Deutsch, also wir sehen uns dann!" She lets me know that her next class is German.

"See you," I reply.

*

I stand at my locker, gathering my bag and some books I don't need in school anymore for this year.

"May, let's go." Niall stands beside me.

"I can walk home."

"Nope, you can't. My job is to bring you home every single day after school."

"Ugh, fine," I give in, walking out of the school, Niall following me.

"That sweat pants look suits you," he murmurs. "I like you more that way, not caring what other people think about your looks." I get in the car, breathing in and breathing out the cold air in here. How can I deal with sweet Niall? Niall climbs in the other side and clasps my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze that echoes through my body. I jerk my hand away, not wanting to feel this way around him.

"Niall, I know that you were lying about the thing with your parents." I say quickly. I need to know why he lied about it.

"You what?"

"Liam told me that your parents died at a car crash and you're rich as hell."

"Did he now?"

"Yes."

"That fucker." I can see the anger boiling under his skin. What is it about Niall that is so confusing? We arrive at Liam's house, but Niall continues driving.

"Uh, Niall, where the fuck are you going? You drove past Liam's house!"

"I know." He's intimidating. He is all focused on something I don't have a clue about and his expression makes me anxious. Three miles later, we arrive at a big house with a beautiful garden. It's mint green and I love the way the windows go with the door. The balcony is big as heck and some plants on there are making the house seem more comfortable.

"Who lives here?"

"Me and my brother," he responds and I gasp. It's beautiful. He takes my hand and leads me into house. It's furnished very traditional but also quite modern and I like the way it matches the old style of the house. Now it all makes sense, I never noticed that Niall always wore Converse and Lacoste stuff, and how could he afford it if he would have lived on the street? Boy, I am so stupid.

"It's so beautiful," My mouth is wide open, my eyes amazed by the things they see.

"Uhm, thanks."

"Who is your brother actually?"

"His name is Adam, he's in Boston for three weeks. He's visiting our grandmother there. My parents always told us to look after our relatives."

"You said in your lie that you guys don't like your relatives. Is it the way around?"

"We're a small family, but yes, we love them, actually."