Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Niall POV

I could not sleep, maybe ever again.

The beautiful brunette I saw over a week ago I could not get out of my head. I had come to one of her games that she played so professionally well, and met her afterwards. Well, sorta. She walked away from me.

She had bright green eyes, the color of a spring meadow that was freshly watered and brown hair with tints of red in them. She was built well, and I was immediately attracted to her. Immediately. As soon as our eyes met, to be exact. Never had I laid eyes on such a beauty.

I could not stop thinking of her.

Tossing and turning, I looked at the clock. 6:30 am.

"Great, I didn't get a wink of sleep," I said groggily.

I took a shower and put on fresh clothes, just out of the dyer. A blue polo and my favorite pair of khakis. Looking in the mirror, I sigh.

"When people say that girls are the only self conscious ones, they are lying. Why would such a beautiful girl like that ever like someone so ordinary like me? Seriously, I'm disgusting. I hate myself. Nobody even likes me," I say to myself. I felt a single tear slide down my pale cheek.

I could never have a chance with a girl like that.

I went to the local cafe, Busyfeet &CoCo Cafe, my favorite. When I got there, I sat down and ordered my drink.

Looking across the room, I saw the back of the head of someone who's hair looked just like the drop-dead gorgeous goalkeeper I had met a week before. Yet, it couldn't be her. Could it? But those red streaks. They were so distinguishable. Was I really that obsessed to start seeing her everywhere?

I wish it was her, but what could I possibly say to a girl with that kind of talent and extreme beauty to that degree? She is a famous goalkeeper, and here I was, a normal guy that works on people's cars. An ordinary person's job.

I wish I had friends to talk to about this kind of stuff. Most of my friends are girls, and I would never want to talk to them about something like this. They would probably try and give me some kind of makeover or something.

The only guy friends I have are Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Liam. They are really great friends, but we do not talk about girly stuff like that. Me and Harry are the only single ones, so it would just be awkward.

So, once again, I'm on my own, left gaping at the back of someone's head in the middle of a cafe. If that is not awkward, I do not know what is.