I froze.
The last thing I wanted was to be alone with him right now. I was too scared that I would say something stupid or mean and he would never want to be around me again. I decided I would go back to the party and tell Louis I was ready to go home. I turned to sneak away when….
Shit…..
Stupid fucking twig….
He snapped around, squinting at me through the darkness.
“Who’s there?” He called after me.
I gave a weak smile, not that he would have seen it. I gave a small wave.
Shit.
“Harry? Is that you?”
I had a knot in my stomach that I could ignore.
“Harry?”
I had to say something. I felt bad enough that I always ignored him; I should say something now.
“Uh….yeah, its—its me.” I said, sounding tired.
I thought I caught a glimpse of his gleaming white smile through the thick shadows that separated us.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” He asked me curiously.
I chuckled a bit. “I could ask you the same question.”
Niall laughed at my remark. “Touché, Styles. Why don’t you come sit with me?”
My eyes widened; that caught me off guard for sure. I swallowed hard and shuffled nervously over to the rock.
Niall knelt and held out his had, “Grab my hand, it’s a little steep, mate.”
I hesitated, but grabbed his hand after a moment. His hand was warm and soft. Mine was probably cold and sweaty. Great. Just great.
As I got to the top, Niall grabbed me by the shoulders to help steady me. He started to laugh; was I that pathetic? His eyes moved to the top of my head.
“Nice man-bun, styles,” he giggled as he flicked it playfully.
We sat down; I was feeling mortified. I tore the rubber band out and shook out my curls while he had his head turned.
Niall glanced at me, “You need a haircut, Styles.” He giggled at my expense. Again. Why was everyone always laughing at me?
I let out a sigh. I should talk to him. Don’t be a chicken, Styles. He’ll never want to be around you if you don’t say something. Just don’t say anything stupid.
“Why are you down here by yourself? I thought for sure you would be up at the party.”
He looked at me, his blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
“Sometimes I just like to be alone…..to think….just soak everything in.”
He turned back to look out at the lake. “Do you ever feel like that?”
I looked out at the water, the small waves reflecting small bits of light. Niall was more like me than I thought. Maybe it wasn’t so weird to want to be alone sometimes.
“Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you ever feel like that?”
“All the time,” I whispered.
He gave a small smile. “It’s nice to know I’m not alone.”
It was at that moment, as he said those words, that I knew that I was done for.
I was in love with Niall Horan.
YOU ARE READING
Promise Me (N.S.)
Fanfiction“Promise me.” I couldn't look at him. My eyes were blinded by tears. He said it again; his voice was laced with desperation. “Promise me!” “I can’t!” “Why? Why cant you?! Give me one good reason!” “Because then that would mean that this is happening...
