The Shy Girl

Chapter 15 - Part 1

A/N: Sorry that this is in two parts! I didn't WANT to, but it was just waayyyy too long! So I'm going to put the next one out tomrrow! :) ALSO! I'm including a link to the first book cover photo. IT WAS AWESOME! If anyone needs a book cover made, check out: 1) dreamingofperfect, and 2) Maroussia_x. Anyways! I hope you are enjoying the story! :D

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PT 1

(Emmaleigh's POV)

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

That's all I heard before someone pulled me into their chest, holding my head with their hand. They smelled... Really good, and familiar... 

And was that an Irish accent??

I looked up and found myself feeling relieved, annoyed, and happy at the same time. But, apparently, that's not what my body's reaction said. 

"Oh, don't cry, love!" Niall says, running his hand through my hair over and over again. "I didn't mean to give you a scare, just a surprise." I look up at him and he wipes the tears away with his thumbs. "Surprise!"

I laugh a little, getting out of his hold. "You scared me TO DEATH, Niall!" I'm so annoyed... With myself, because no matter what I'm feeling, it all goes away when I see Niall's face. I almost laugh. 

"I'm sorry," he says, looking and sounding like a 5 year old who just got caught taking a cookie. I walk up and wrap my arms around him, locking my fingers behind his back. He looks down at me and I smile. 

"I guess," I say, pausing for effect, "that I can't NOT forgive you." I laugh at the humongous smile that appears on his face in 2.5 seconds. 

He kisses my forehead before heading to the brownie bowl. I roll my eyes. 

"So," he starts, sticking a finger into the batter. I slap his hand playfully, but he still eats it, grinning. "What are we making?" 

"We will be making brownies today," I say, looking at him on my side. He never takes his eyes off the batter, making me roll my eyes.

"Cool," is all he said. I added the eggs, and while I got the oil, I thought about something. 

"How did you get in anyway, Niall?" I asked him, measuring and pouring the oil. He shrugged his shoulders. 

"Tamsin gave me her spare key for the day." I stop everything and just look at him.

"You got it from Tamsin?"

"Yeah," he replied.

"How?!"

"I stopped by her house," Niall explained to me. "Actually, the boys ended up staying. Obviously, Liam was going to stay with her, then the boys decided that they would need to babysit. The girls came after that, practically kicked me out the door, too! Saying something about each girls being with their boy." Niall shrugged again. 

"I can't believe them!" I exclaim, going back to mixing everything. 

Niall walks behind me and stops my hands by engulfing them in his. "Don't be mad, babes," he says quietly. "They're trying to give us some time together." I sigh. 

"You're right, Niall." I see a finger reach past me to the bowl. "Now will you PLEASE let me make these brownies before you eat all the batter of it?" We both laugh, and he turns on the oven. 

"Fine, fine! So, what goes in next?"

"I'm serious!" Niall and I were sitting on my couch in the basement, watching The Inbetweeners. Apparently, it's an amazing moving to watch.