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On Monday during lunch, we all wait around the bulletin board for the list of people who have gotten on the team to get posted. After a couple of minutes, the coach pushes through the small crowd of people gathered around the board and puts up the list.
Niall and Louis go forward to check while the rest of us stay back.
"YES!" Louis shouts. He then proceeds to launch himself at Harry who effortlessly catches him and kisses him like they are some kind of cheesy rom-com couple.
"My boyfriend's gonna be the best footballer ever!!" Harry says, setting Louis back on solid ground.
I come up behind Niall who is still staring at the paper in disbelief.
"Did you get on the team? What's wrong?" I ask.
"I did it. I actually got on the team. I can't believe it," he says turning to me with a huge smile.
"I knew it! I knew you could do it!" I say throwing my arms around him.
"I can't believe they thought I was good enough," he mumbles.
"Of course, you're good enough Ni! You're better than you know," I say yanking him back from the hug to look at him.
It's crazy to think that Niall doesn't think he's good enough. He's perfect in every way. If only he could see himself the way I do.
On Friday Shawn catches me on the way out of school.
"Hey Bailey!" he says cheerfully.
"Hey," I say.
"So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out with me on a date?" he asks.
"Hmm," I think for a second. He's a nice, attractive boy that obviously likes me at least a little bit and I'm starting to lose hope with Niall so... "Sure why not?" I shrug smiling at him.
"Great! I'll text you the details later!" he says, throwing me another pearly white smile before leaving.
Huh, looks like I have a date.
After band practice that day Niall drives me home and I totally forget about Shawn asking me out until he pulls up to my house.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, Shawn asked me out," I say.
"Shawn Mendes? The guy who came to Nando's with us that one time?" he asks.
"Yeah," I nod.
"What did you say?" he asks, there's an edge to his voice but I choose to ignore it.
"I said yes," I say.
"Really?" he says, almost like it offended him. I don't see why it would though.
"Yeah really. Is that so hard to believe?" I say, starting to get frustrated.
"No it's just... he's not right for you," he says, glaring at the dashboard.
"Not right for me?" I repeat.
"Well, yeah," he says.
"He's nice and he likes me so I went for it ok? What's so wrong with that?" I say.
"If you really like him go out with him. I don't... I don't care," he says. He looks... sad. Like he's about to cry.
"Niall-" I start, my voice softening but he interrupts me.
"No, really it's fine. I want you to be happy that's all I care about," he says.
"Niall, I don't like him I like you!" I blurt, frustrated.
Holy shit! I just said that. Like I actually said that. Oh god, how is he gonna take it?
"You what?" he says, finally looking at me for the first time since I brought up Shawn.
"I... like you," I whisper.
"Oh," he says focusing back on the dashboard.
"Oh?" I say, but he says nothing, just stares at the dashboard like it will unlock the secrets of the universe. "I'm sorry, that was a mistake. I shouldn't have told you that. I should go now. Bye," I say, words flying out of my mouth at the speed of light.
"Wait, Bailey!" he calls after me but I'm already trudging up to the huge front door trying my best to not let the tears welling up in my eyes spill onto my cheeks. It's not working.
I misread all the signs. All those times I thought we might've almost kissed. All those times I thought he might've been staring at me. He doesn't like me. He said "oh" and I know what that translates to: "Ew I have never thought about you as more than a friend, sicko." God, I am such an idiot.
I stay in my room all weekend. Gemma keeps texting and calling me but I don't answer. On Sunday there's a knock on my bedroom door.
I get up out of my bed and take a deep breath my hand on the door handle.
What if it's Niall? What if he's out there with flowers and a teddy bear, ready to apologize and kiss me and live happily ever after? Unlikely.
I open the door and on the other side is a worried-looking Gemma.
"Why haven't you been answering my calls? Are you ok? You look like you've been crying for ages," she asks.
"I have been," I say flopping onto my bed. "I messed up, Gemma,"
I tell her everything about Friday. All about how I ruined everything between me and the best friend I've ever had. I don't know how I manage not to cry.
"Maybe he was just surprised... or scared?" she suggests.
"Then why hasn't he texted me since," I say, dropping my head into my hands.
"He's probably just taking some time to... process," she suggests.
"Process what? I like him... a lot, that's all there is to it," I say.
"At lunch tomorrow pull him aside so you two can talk. I know he likes you. I haven't seen him this happy in a while," she says.
"Really?" I say, lifting my head a little from my hands.
"Yes really," she chuckles. "Now let's go get some ice cream and watch cheesy rom-coms in that huge tv room your Aunt has," she says and somehow I smile a little.
I go to sleep that night dreading seeing Niall tomorrow knowing he probably doesn't feel the same...
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Fanfiction"Hey!" I say turning back towards him. He looks back expectantly. "Today was really fun thanks Ni! I'll see you tomorrow," I say grinning goofily. "Can't wait," he says, grinning too. I spin on my heels and go inside. As I lay my head down on my pi...
