Forsaken (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Six

I slept in pretty late on Thursday, and ended up missing a call from Katherine. I motioned my way downstairs to prepare breakfast. Niall was laying on the couch, watching cartoons.

"Morning." Says Niall in a cheerful tone.

"Why do you sound so happy?" I tease.

"Nothin'. I just feel good about today."

I smile, taking out the ingredients to make scrambled eggs. After preparing the breakfast, I hand Niall a plate and join him on the couch to watch TV.

"When do you go back on tour?" I ask randomly.

He takes a pause to think, then replies, "In a few months." I nod, but felt sorta upset. He'll be leaving again for another seven to eight months.

"You should come with me." He says extremely nonchalant.

"Okay." I respond back, but I couldn't hold back a smile. I also couldn't tell if he was kidding, but I decided not to ask anymore of it.

"I'm serious." He says after a minute.

"Really?"

"Completely. You'd love it. We travel all over the globe." He takes another bite of his breakfast.

I think about the conversation I had with Katherine last night, so I decide to bring up my suggestion. "Hey, do you still talk with Zayn?"

Niall furrows his eyebrows. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I was thinking we should set him up with my friend Katherine. She's been totally into him for years."

"Sure, I'll give him a buzz now." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and rings up Zayn.

"Hey man... Yeah, nothing much!... I'm chilling in my apartment, Mia and I live together now." He chuckles. "No, not yet."

Not yet what? I question myself.

"Whatever. Anyways, I had a question. Do you remember that girl Katherine you met last year?....Yeah....Well, she's totally into you. You should call her or something...Yeah, she's still pretty....Haha, yeah....Alright man, good talk! See ya." Then he hung up.

I position myself so I was facing him. "So... what did he say?"

"He said he'd call her."

I jumped up. "YES!"

"Wow, both of your friends are dating their favorite member. Kinda weird how that works out."

I nod in agreement.

"Who was your favorite, you know, when you were a fan rather than a friend?" He changed the channel on the TV.

My face heated up as I managed to say, "Uh, you were."

His eyes widen. "Really?"

I nod, twiddling my fingers in awkwardness.

"I never really thought about that. Am I still your favorite?" He teases. I punch his arm. "Shut up."

"Did you... you know... were you into me?" We're both looking at each other now.

I look down. "I guess I was... a little. I don't know, why are you asking me this? It's uncomfortable." I grab a pillow from the couch and throw it over my face.

"Mia... don't be embarrassed. You know, when we first met, I used to have a huge crush on you."

Key words: used to.

"Really?" I ask, my face still covered.

"Yeah, I just thought you preferred Harry or Louis, I don't know. I never took my shot." I can sense the sadness in his voice.