Mysterious

Mysterious Chapter 4

Mysterious Chapter 4

It's been around two weeks now since Niall left me hanging. He and I haven't been on speaking terms. I never exactly left his house. Harry was like my brother, and Niall and I could get along if we actually had an ongoing conversation. I would normally sleep on the couch. I was walking to the bathroom when I heard the most beautiful music I've ever heard. It was coming from Niall's room, so I walked in. "Hey Niall, what are you listening to?" I asked. I was stunned to see that it was Niall, singing and playing. "Niall...you're amazing." I said as he started to blush. I grabbed the guitar from him "May I?" I asked

Niall had a shocked expression on his face. "You play?" He asked amazed, now sitting up in concern.

"I also play piano." I said as I tuned his guitar. I finally got it tuned, then I played Boyfriend by Justin Bieber. I finished, I giggled when I received a standing ovation from Niall. I got up and bowed and laughed. "You want some ice cream?" Niall asked me.

"Ice cream does sound really good right now...yes." I said, bouncing up and running to the kitchen. To my surprise, Harry was in there eating ice cream. "Harry, shouldn't you be with Clarity?" I asked. Clarity was my best friend, she was also Harry's girlfriend. "She's on family vacation. So that ruins my plans for the next few days." Harry said as he sat down at the table. I got Niall and myself some ice cream, then we went to sit down. Harry was getting up from the table, and I tripped over the chair leg. Me and my bowl of ice cream went smashing to the floor. Just my luck, a piece of the bowl had cut my chin. "Marah! Are you alright?! I'm so sorry!" Harry said, helping you up along with Niall. "Harry, you clean this up. I will put some peroxide on her face."

"Oh God no. Not peroxide. I will be just fine with water." I said stopping in my tracks.

"Marah it's gushing! It's a bad cut you're getting peroxide." He said trying to pull you down the hallway.

"No!" I said struggling from his grasp.

"Fine! That's the way you want it?" Niall said picking you up.

"Nialler! Put me down NOW!" You said laughing and punching him.

"This is how it has to be Ferocious Female!" He said as he sat you on the toilet and grabbed a damp washcloth. He looked at me, at the washcloth, then me again. "Marah, how many times am I going to have to use this one you?" He said as he started dabbing my chin, the washcloth collecting my blood. He rinsed out the cloth. This was my chance to sneak away! I got up and slowly made my way towards the door. "SIT!" Niall yelled, not even having to look up. I jumped at his voice, then sat back on the seat and pouted. He grabbed the brown bottle of death and a cotton ball, then poured the toxic liquid from the bottle onto the cotton ball and started dabbing my chin. It burned like hell. I grabbed Niall's hand and squeezed it until the pain died down. I realized I was still holding Niall's hand. He looked at our intertwined hands, then into my eyes. Our eyes locked. They were like an ocean after a storm. Beautiful. Next thing I knew, Niall's lips came in contact with mine.