The Summer Of Rain

Chapter 6

°Sophie's P.O.V.°

When I get back to the table I close my eyes and sink into the red leather booth. I just made a complete fool of myself. The one topic I bring up that I KNOW is safe, and turns out, hey what do you know? When you like a guy, and you accidentally point out that his best friend, and your best friend are kissing, it kind of seems like you want to kiss him. Who would have guessed? Zayn thinks I'm an idiot now. Great. I sigh and just want to be anywhere but here, when I realize I'm not alone. Someone clears their throat. I look up, expecting to find Casey. But instead it's Niall. I smile weakly.

"Hi.."

"Hi. You know, know I doubt that Zayn thinks your an idiot. You are all he's talked about all week. He's been dying to meet you. I don't think that something silly like pointing out Casey and Louis together, would deter him." Oh my God. Did I say that out loud?

"Yes." Niall says. Creepy. I think to myself. I look at Niall.

"Really?" I ask. He nods and I smile at him.

"Thank you." We share silence that isn't as awkward as it should be.

"How old are you Sophie?" Niall wonders.

"Nineteen. I'd ask how old you are, but it kind of common knowledge." I laugh and he does too. His eyes twinkle.

"So.. tell me about yourself Sophie..." He trails off hinting for me to tell him my last name. I oblige.

"Kang. Sophie Kang." I extend my hand and he takes it. Bringing it up to his lips. He kisses the back of my hand gently. And I pull away slowly, almost reluctantly. I'd never really taken that much of an interest in Niall. He wasn't my favorite in the band. Until now... all thoughts of Zayn leave my mind as I chat with Niall. He's easier to talk to then Zayn. I'm comfortable with him, like I am with Casey. But better. Niall and I could be great friends. But sitting here, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, and chatting about baseball, seeing the way he looks at me, and feeling the way my stomach flops when he smiles, I'm thinking maybe we aren't meant to be friends. Maybe we both feel something more?

°Niall's P.O.V°

She's Zayn's. I remind myself for the twentieth time in ten minutes. The whole reason she started talking to me, was that she was worried about screwing things up with Zayn. She twirls her finger around a strand of blue hair. She does this every few minutes. I love it. I love this habit that she doesn't know she has. I smile.

"What's your favorite food?" She asks. I grab my heart.

"You are cruel to make me answer that." I state and She throws her head back, laughing. My heart tightens like its having muscle spasm. This is the third time she's done this to me.

"Well, I guess it would have to be.." Before I can answer her, Zayn marches over and grabs me roughly by the arm.

"Can I talk to you." He demands then asks through gritted teeth. I nod.

"Sorry, be right back." I tell Sophie. She looks about as puzzled as I probably do.

"What the hell Niall!" Zayn screams when we're out of her earshot.

"What?" I ask generally confused.

"You're flirting with MY girl!" He yells. I become a bit less confused, and more angry.

"Well, I didn't realize you owned Sophie. We were just talking." Zayn tightens his grip on my arm, but I yank it away.

"Now if you'll excuse me. I was in the middle of a conversation, before You decided you wanted to scream at me." I practically spit in his face. I turn and stalk back to the table. To Sophie. I plaster on a fake smile. Knowing that she will see through it immediately. This girl is sharp.