New life h.s.

5 // spilling pasta, sorrys, and tulips

Chapter 5:

 *Nialls POV*

I walked into the cafe to find my boys and immediately spot them in the corner pigging out. I jog over and creep up behind Harry, holding my finger up to my lips so the boys won’t say anything. In one swift move I steal the pasta right off the table and make a run for it. I hear Harry getting up and running after to me, when I turn around he’s running to me right about to catch up. I make a quick turn but immediately run into someone knocking them over and dropping Harry’s pasta on them.

*Emma’s POV*

Thank god….lunch time. I walk into the cafe and look around before getting food, I first see Harry chasing Niall across the cafe and Niall was carrying pasta that he probably stole from Harry bench the chasing. I walk in their direction wanting to say hello. Niall is running in my direction with fast pace but he’s looking behind him. He’s getting closer but i notice that he’s not slowing down. It’s not until he’s inches away from me that i yell, “Niall stop!” But it’s too late.

I felt m head knock hard against the floor and hot pasta landing on my chest and stomach staining my white top.

Niall quickly realises what happened and got down on his knees to help try and get the pasta off of me. Harry stood behind him with shock in his eyes. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking.” He started saying and then his eyes met mine.

“Oh my god, Emma it’s you. I’m so sorry this was an accident.” He quickly apologised again.

I was about to answer but I looked around and I saw everyone in the cafe looking at me, it was silent for a split second before everyone burst out laughing. 

…I’ve never felt so embarrassed. I felt my face get as red as the tomato sauce all over me. The words that were about to escape my mouth suddenly got stuck in my throat and I just looked up at Niall with tears forming in my eyes. I jump up and run out the cafe going towards the girls bathroom while everyone laughs at me.

I run into the girls bathroom thankful that no one was there. I go into one of the stalls and close the toilet seat so i can sit and cry. I just cried and cried remembering the feeling i got in my stomach while the whole cafe laughed at me.  I look at my watch and realise that ten minutes have already past. I get out the stall and look into the mirror and tried to clean up my face and shirt as best as I could but you could clearly see the red sauce all over me. 

God what a disaster. 

When I leave the bathroom I run to my locker, I only have five minutes until everyone comes out of the cafe. I pull out a purple jumper I had in there for gym class and put it on. The only thing you could see now from the incident was some red splashes of tomato sauce on my shorts. I grab the books that I need for the rest of the day and stuff them bag. I begin walking to my next class as everyone starts to leave the cafe. I speed up, not wanting anyone to talk to me about it.

I walk to my next class which is advanced maths, something I actually like. When I get there the only other person in the room is Marcel, I guess we’re pretty early. He brings his head up once he hears me come in and gives me a quick smile before putting a bookmark in the book he was just reading. 

“Hey.” I greeted him.

“Hey Emma.” He greeted me back and then gave me a confused look.

“What? Is something wrong?” I asked while sitting down in the seat next to him. 

“Um, well you have sauce on your short.”

I feel my face get red again, i’m blushing like crazy.

“Oh, well Niall spilled his pasta on me during lunch.” 

His face went from confusion to anger quite quickly.

“Why would he do something like that? Was he picking on you?” He asked me with anger present in his voice.

“No, it wasn’t like that at all. He didn’t see me because he was running away from your brother. He apologised multiple times but I didn’t really give him a chance because I ran away so quickly. 

“Oh, s-sorry for assuming that a-about your friend.” He went back to his nervous talking again after letting his muscles relax again. 

We sat in silence while everyone else came into the classroom including the teacher, and the lesson started. As soon as the hour and a half class ended I sped walked to my last class, eager to leave school. Once I got to Art i sat down in silence next to a shy looking girl with blonde hair. 

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I feel a wave of relief wash over me as i soon i step into my house and shut the front door. As soon as art class ended i went to my locker and then ran all the way home. I seriously need to shower.

I go into my bathroom ad step into the shower and wash my body with vanilla body soap and the matching shampoo and conditioner. 

*Niall’s POV*

I honestly feel terrible about what happened to Emma today during lunch, I was gonna run after to but as soon as I realised that she got up she was well dow the hall. I didn’t see her for the rest of the day so after school I went straight to my car. I decided to go to this small flower shop a couple blocks away from house. 

I got a dozen pink tulips for Emma, hoping this would help with her accepting my apology. The lady in the shop wrapped them for me and I payed her. I drove to our street and parked my car in my drive way.

While I walk to Emma's house I worry that she won’t accept my apology. I mean I really did embarrass her in front of the whole grade. I ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer.

Moments later Emma comes to the door in her pyjamas and her hair slightly damp. 

“Hey Emma. I bought these for you to show that that i’m.. well i’m really sorry for what happened today during lunch.” I told her.

She looked surprised to see that it was me at the door and it took her a couple of seconds before responding to me.

“It’s okay Niall, I know that it was an accident but next time please look while you’re running. I have to go but i’ll cya tomorrow.” She quietly said obviously still upset at me. I knew i should have ran after her.

“Okay, do you need a ride to school tomorrow.” I asked, hoping that she’ll accept.

She gave me a slight nod and smile, took the tulips, and closed her front door. 

I let out a sigh that i didn’t know I was holding in. I walk back to my house and watch t.v. for the rest of the evening before deciding to go to sleep at around 11 pm.