Lust at First Sight [Ziall Trilogy]

Chapter Eight: First Real Confession

I missed talking to BradfordBadBoi. I didn't miss Zayn. Why did the person I loved to talk to have to be the one I hated. How can one person take on two identities.

BradfordBadBoi: can we talk pls?

BradfordBadBoi: Niall, come on.

BradfordBadBoi: i know ur there. respond!!

BradfordBadBoi: im sorry niall, i just want it to be like old times.

I wanted it to be like old times, too. It's just not the same anymore. Back then, we could stay up all night talking to each other, but now, it's just not the sme anymore. Nothing will ever be the same.

BradfordBadBoi: niallniallniallniall

BradfordBadBoi: niall niall pick up niall

I had enough.

IrishLeprechaun: stop calling me niall.

BradfordBadBoi: sorry. *IrishLeprechaun.

IrishLeprechaun: i dont want to talk right now. just give me some space for a while?

BradfordBadBoi: ok. :(

BradfordBadBoi: but when can we talk again?

IrishLeprechaun has logged off.

That was it. This weekend is going to be my weekend. I'm going to spend it whatever way I like. No more BradfordBadBoi to talk to, and no more Zayn to deal with. I thought it'd be better if I stayed home. I wouldn't have to see or talk to anyone. At all.

I couldn't talk to Liam. He was probably out with Josh. I practically just gave my friend away to him. Now, I was left with nothing, except myself. I wish school would never come, but weekends don't last forever. At least, it didn't last long enough for me to get over what happened on homecoming night.

**

I stayed home thinking, and that was all I did. This morning, I have to go to school. Skipping class was not a choice.

Beep. Beep.

Liam was outside waiting for me. I grabbed my backpack and hopped in his car; there was silence all the way, and everytime he tried to say something, I would tell him I'm not in the mood for talking. After we got in the building, I went straight to my locker, but on the way there I noticed a very eye-catching poster.

Do you think you have talent? Can you sing? Dance? Play an instrument? Or maybe something else? Try out for auditions after school on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday in the auditorium to perform for the talent show on November 25th. Be there or be square.

What: Talent Show Auditions

When: After 8th Period.

Where: Auditorium

I continued to walk until I saw my locker. Another poster. Why are there so many of these. Everyone around me was talking about it and holding one. I don't see what's the big deal; it's just some stupid talent show. I opened my locker and took out my books. I turned around, hoping I wouldn't see Zayn, again. Today, he wasn't though. Zayn wasn't here bothering me for once. That's new.

I went through the rest of day feeling gloomy.

When eighth period ended, I went back to my locker to get ready to leave. "Umm. Are you IrishLeprechaun?" a girl asked me. I looked at her, "Umm... Yeah...." I said. "Someone told me to give this to you?" she handed me a little letter. I opened it.

Dear IrishLeprechaun,

I'm sorry for ever hurting you in any way. I really mean it. I know it may seem like I don't because I'm telling you this through a letter, but I really do. I wanted to give you some space. I'm listening to what you said:

- You said you wanted space, I gave you some.

- You said to not call you Niall, so I called referred to you as IrishLeprechaun.

- You said I should never give up on love, and I'm going to keep trying.

I just wanted for you to know that. I'll never give up on you. I'll keep trying for you forever, even if it takes that long. I know you may not want to see me, but I still have more to say. This one letter doesn't cover everything. If you are up for it, meet me at Starbucks at four. I'll be waiting.

-BradfordBadBoi xx

That was some letter. If it was something else, I would've probably thrown it away, but he used  the name IrishLeprechaun instead. Which was a little different. No one has ever done something like this for me. I've had tons of letters written for me, but none of them were this deep. I checked my watch. It was 3:54. I could still make it to Starbucks right now if I ran. Without a second glance, I took off.

I made it just in time. I looked around and saw Zayn in the corner, but he didn't seem to notice me until I sat down in front of him and coughed. "Oh! Niall! You came!" he said, "I mean IrishLeprechaun." I couldn't help but smile a little. "You don't have to call me IrishLeprechaun anymore. But I appreciate that you listened to what I said." I said. He nodded. "So, what did you want to say?" I asked him raising an eyebrow.

"I have so much I want to tell you." he said. "I missed being able to talk to you like before. Ever since you stopped replying to my messages, it made me realize something." he stopped. I looked down, "I like you very much Niall." he stated. "No, you don't. You don't understand do you?" I said. "Yes I do. I know I do." he said. "I understand everything. I understand why you have to wear that stupid scar. I understand what you have to go through everyday."

"Why does that matter now?" I ask. "You still hurt me." I said. "I know I hurt you and I'm sorry for it. I never meant to hurt you, it was all just a stupid mistake. I now know that my reputation means nothing. I like you too much to care about all that stuff." he said. I didn't know what else to say. "Niall, look. You said you weren't capable of love, but you told me to keep trying. So now I want to keep trying until I win you over. I won't give up on you Niall."

"Stop Zayn." I said. I didn't want to hear anymore. "Niall, I really like you, and don't tell me it's not true, because I know it is. After all those weeks of talking with you, you told me everything. Your past life, you don't deserve to not love, everyone deserves love." he said. "And remember, when all those nights I told you about that one guy I liked? Well it was you, but I guess you already figured that part out."

"I know what I said, and I remember everything. But that doesn't prove anything. What I do remember is the first day I came. When I met you at the mall, you were nice and kind. When we met for the first time at school, you saw my scar and brushed me off." I said. "and stop telling me it's real. I know it's not. Just because you say it is, doesn't make it true. When you saw me at the park that day, I didn't wear my scar. After that, you changed completely. You didn't like me for who I was. You liked me because of how I looked." I stated.

Zayn didn't say anything. "Niall..." he whispered. "Niall, I've changed." he said. I shook my head. "I just can't believe you." I said.

"What do you want me to do then?" he asked. How am I supposed to answer that question? I don't know what he should do?

"I don't know." I said to him. "I have to go now. Bye Zayn." I got up, and walked out the door. I went home and thought a long time about it. Nothing he could do would change my mind. I didn't care about him hurting me anymore. I know it wasn't his fault and he didn't have a choice, and I don't blame him for that. I just don't believe what he's saying is true. I know it can't be.

I turned on my laptop to see a new message.

BradfordBadBoi: I'm not going to give up that easily, Niall. I'm going to prove that my love for you is real and for who you really are. You'll see.