Wonderwall- (1D/Niall Horan)

Chapter 4

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            I lay in my cot, staring up at the ceiling, reminiscing over tonight’s events.  I wanted my memory to soak up every ounce of tonight.  How Niall’s taut chest was pressed up ever so slightly against mine, his arms wrapped protectively around me, his head lowered, and his lips near my ear.  I didn’t want to forget even the teeniest insignificant moment because, really, it all amounted to how momentous tonight was.

            “Jade?  Jay? You awake,” Scar whispered, pulling me down from cloud nine and back down to ground level.

            I smiled. “Yeah? Yeah, I’m awake,” I whispered back.

            “Good.  Can we talk?” she asked.  The tone behind her question implied she had something on her mind.

            “Sure… What about?” I regarded, suspiciously.

            “Well… I’ve noticed you’ve been hanging out with Niall a lot.  I walked by your classroom the other day and saw he was there.  And I saw that you guys were sitting together at the bonfire tonight so… I was wondering… What’s going on with you two?” she probed apprehensively.

            “Nothing.  Nothing’s going on between us.  If there was, I would have told you, Scar.  I mean, come on, you’re my best friend,” I stated, expressively rolling my eyes.

            “I know, I know.  But still.  Are you sure, Jay?  Are you sure you don’t even like him the teeniest, tiniest bit?” she implied curiously.

            “No, I’m sure.  Besides I just want us to be friends anyways.  You know the hurt I went through, Scar.  I don’t want that to happen ever again,” I firmly protested.

            “I know, I know,” she soothed.  “Are you sure he knows that?  And if he does, don’t be afraid to open up again okay?  I know it took you awhile to even trust people again after that, including the friend spectrum, but still.  He seems like a really nice and genuine person okay?” she acknowledged.

            “I know.  I’ll try,” I sighed.  “Plus, I think he knows we can just be friends.  At least I’m sort of sure.”

            “Okay, good.  But if he doesn’t, make sure you tell him, Jay.  Or else you’ll mislead him and end up hurting him okay?” she advised.

            “Okay, okay.  I will.  I’ll make sure he knows,” I consented.

            “Good.  Night, Jay,” she whispered as she shifted in her cot.

         “G’night,” I replied.  But I didn’t drift off to sleep as easily.  I lay there motionless, thoughts racing, heart pumping a million beats per minute.  There was a truth I had buried deep down, so deep I wondered if it even existed.  I wasn’t ready to uncover it.  I wasn’t ready to confess it to myself, let alone tell anyone else about it, even Scar.