Author's Note:
I'm so sorry for the late update but you guys failed to get 10 votes on Chapter 15 by the deadline! But anyway, it's not your fault because I wouldn't have been able to upload anything since I didn't manage to finish this chapter on time!
Enjoy Chapter 16!
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Alison's P.o.V
"N-Niall..."
Was all I could say. I felt so pathetic and so low not being able to reply to him with the same emotion and the same passion. Being so scared of deep, heartfelt feelings was one thing but being confronted with them was another. How could I tell him that I loved him back when I can't even say the 4 letter word that began with the letter L? So easy to say yet so difficult to utter and feel. I liked him truly but aren't we moving a bit too fast? Niall's such a sweet guy and I can literally just faint at the contact of his lips but hearing him say those 3 words that I feared so much made me realise how fast we were actually moving.
I pulled away from our embrace, his eyes wandering curiously for answers, and turned my gaze away from him, hoping that the mood between us was not spoilt by my cowardice.
"L-L-Let's go...Hayley's probably wasted by now", I commanded softly, slowly heading back to the Assembly Hall but he remained silent until I was about a couple of metres away from him when I heard his heavy footsteps stepping on the hard, jet-black tarmac. I sighed, knowing full well that I ruined a perfectly romantic moment between the two of us, and played with the ends of my hair, twirling it around my fingers and letting it uncurl from my fingers and fall elegantly back to its original place.
The Assembly Hall was exactly as how I imagined it to be after leaving it for God knows how long. The hall was half-filled with drunken teenagers holding cups of swishing vodka-laced punch and clumsy, plastic girls with faces caked with thick layers of foundation, wearing heels taller than the Burj Khalifa chasing each other around like a pack of rabid hamsters. The other half were probably somewhere dark and private, having some two-payer fun involving wet tongues and slim fingers. If you know what I mean.
"You might wanna put your head back on," I turned around to face Niall but I witnessed him already wearing his gorilla head but heading towards the front exit. I chased after him once again, coming up with a decent excuse for giving his reply an icy cold shoulder.
"Niall?" I grabbed him by his huge hands, tugging onto it like I was a small girl wanting her parent to stay a little bit longer. It was almost like a déjà vu. Watching the people you loved the most leave, having no power or persuasion over the matter. Desperately tugging onto their hands, wishing them to stay to spend more time with you, and putting on the best puppy-dog face to appeal to their hearts. But my parents never succumbed to my techniques. Instead, they left me and abandoned me. Leaving me broken-hearted and miserable, just like how I'm feeling now. "Please, stay..." I whispered, leaning my forehead against his strong shoulders.
"Please don't go...Please stay...I don't want you to go," I cried softly, preventing the flood tears from occurring but I failed horribly as I felt my eyes leak with a stream of tears, flowing down my cheeks like a small waterfall. My tears dripping from my chin and plummeting down to his arm. "I'm sorry".
"Why are you saying sorry?" he spoke softly, staying from the same exact position, his voice steady and still.
"For not saying what you wanted me to say," I replied sadly, tightening my grip around his arm, wiping my tears with the fake fur of his suit. "For not saying 'I love you too'..."
"I don't understand," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "You tell me you like me and you kiss me like there's no tomorrow but you can't say anything when I tell you how much I like you. Alison, I really like you. I know it's weird and it's a bit fast but you make me feel... special. And I like it, I love it. I love how you make me feel. I love everything about you".
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