texting n.h

chapter eighteen

texting n.h

chapter eighteen

I went to go move somewhere else, but Niall grabbed my wrist before I could go any further.

“Annabelle, we need to talk” He said dragging me out of the room and upstairs.

“I don’t want to talk to you” I said sharply, trying to get him to let me go, but it wasn’t working. He wasn’t having any of it as he dragged me into some bedroom and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it.

“No, I need to get something off my chest, because this was not supposed to happen, just give me 10 minutes” he begged.

“Five minutes and then I’m going” I muttered, sitting on the bed, still sipping my drink, which was now like water instead of a slush.

“Okay, so you know I was the person texting you, right? So anyways, I started texting you because I was too scared to actually talk to face to face, I thought that if I approached you, you would be like what the hell, go away. So I started texting you, I got your number off Facebook and I decided that maybe this would be a good idea to start talking to you, I thought I would tell you who I was after a few days, but it kind of just slipped my mind because then we started talking when we found out we were in the art competition and I guess I just didn’t text you as much from there because we were growing closer, we’d have movie nights and eating loads of junk food and I loved it, but I didn’t want to spoil it by telling you it was me who was texting you. Annabelle, I’ve seriously like you since the first day I say you and I’ve been too scared to talk to you. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore, but everyone deserves a second chance right? Please Annabelle, I am truly, truly sorry and I don’t want us to stop being friends because of my idiotic mistake” Niall breathed out.

I didn’t know what to say, I was shocked. Shocked at the fact someone like Niall was too scared to approach me. Shocked at the fact he’s apparently liked me since the first day he set eyes on me.

“You should have just told me who you were in the first place, then none of this would of happened” I mumbled looking down at my cup.

“I know and I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this happen, I just wanted to talk to you” he muttered, sitting on the bed beside me.

“But it did happen and it wasn’t fair on me at all” I whispered, looking away.

“Look Annabelle, if I knew all of this was going to happen then I wouldn’t have done it in the first place, I would have approached you like I did in the first place, I wouldn’t have started texting you if it was going to end like this. I would have made a proper move. I would have made you fall for me properly. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, Annabelle. I’m so sorry, I really am. Please forgive me” Niall begged, he looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears.

I felt sorry for him. But I couldn’t give in, not yet.

“Niall, I can’t forgive you just yet, you haven’t gave me a reason too. Sorry doesn’t make a difference, didn’t you know that actions speak louder than words” I mumbled, grabbing Niall’s hand.

“But-“ Niall said, before I cut him off.

“Niall, until you prove to me otherwise, then I’m afraid we can’t be friends, or anything more for that matter” I whispered.

I stood up, picking my drink up and walking towards the door.

“I will prove to you that this is something real” I heard Niall whisper as I left the room, shutting the door behind me.

I let out a huge breath and went back down to the party to take my mind off things.