Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

Karla POV

I turned around feeling someone looking at me. A little freaked out, I turned around. It was the boy I had seen a week ago.

Oh great. Seriously? I've been thinking about this kid for days non-stop and this only made things worse. I've tried so hard to stop thinking about this kid, but I couldn't. At all. I wish I could. His blue eyes have been engraved in my mind ever since I first saw him.

I have not been able to sleep. I am even distracted during soccer practices, something that never happens to me. I am always focused on soccer since it is all I have ever had. Soccer.

Soccer has always been my joy, coping method, and my identity. The only thing I have ever been good at (At least that people knew about). I secretly play guitar and sing, but I have never wanted to be judged. I want to be known as the "athlete," not "nerd."

But both times I have seen him, I get the same feeling. A feeling in my stomach that almost hurts. My stomach feels like it's going to explode. But although its a weird feeling, and it almost hurts,I also kinda like it. Is that normal? I've never looked and felt this way about anyone before. Normally people do not like the feeling of their stomach falling to their toes, right?

"Hello love," he said nervously, his accent even more obvious. His accent is emphasized when he is nervous, I noticed.

"Umm, hello," I said to him, trying my best to ignore him while I drink my hot chocolate.

"Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?" He asked me nervously.

Being the mean person I am, I responded rudely to him. "You don't even know my name and you want to date me? What of I'm a deranged serial killer?" With that, I turned away and took a drink of my hot chocolate.

He put a hand on my shoulder lightly. I swiftly turn my hips in my seat so fast i hear my back crack. Then, I punched him in the ribs. It was more of a reflex, in my defense, but either way, it had to have hurt.

"I am so sorry!" I said to him worried he might sue me.

Clearly in pain, he said, "no, no, it's okay. I get the point." And with that, he turned to try and leave.

I felt terrible. I did not mean to hurt him. I am just really confused by my feelings.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please."

Even though I act like I do not like this kid, in reality, I kinda do. If I believed in love, I would say it was love at first sight. All I can think about is him. Only him. I do not want him to leave. Even when he turns away, I can still see his face.

He turned and looked at me finally. "Look, you are mean to me, then expect me to be nice to you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really good at pushing people away," I said honestly.

"I can see why."

I stayed silent. He hit me where it hurt with that comment.

"Me too."

It was the truth. I did know why I pushed people away. Not because my personality sucked(even though it did), it was because of my background. If only I could tell him. But I could never tell anyone.

Ever.