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I slowly turned my head to see Niall standing there impatiently staring back at me.
He sighed and repeated himself again.
“I said what are you doing with that?”
I followed his gaze and saw that he was talking about his red shirt that I was clutching in my right hand.
“Oh erm this?” I nervously stumbled.
“Yeah, why have you got my shirt?” he asked, as if it wasn’t obvious the first time he said it.
“I was um…I was cleaning up ‘cause erm it…I mean um the room…yeah the room was uh messy” I stammered whilst trying to avoid eye contact as I slowly pushed the sketch pad back under the bed, making it go as deep as it would.
“Alright then, thanks…Anna?” he smiled, saying my name in a questioning tone.
I quickly nodded and stood up to face him properly.
“Can I uh ask what you were doing here in the first place?”
“Not to be rude or anything” he quickly said after before I could open my mouth.
“Yeah sure, well I’m kinda locked in here with you…I mean uh my dad locked me in here so I could spend some um…time…with you”
I don’t know why I was so nervous around him.
Two weeks before I was all ready to hate him as much as possible and now I swore I could feel my heart slowly melting each time his wondrous blue eyes absorbed me into them.
He walked to the door and turned down the handle but failed to open the door.
“What did you think I was lying?”
I eyed him but he shook his head innocently and came back to where he once stood.
“Well what do you wanna do then? ‘Cause were stuck together…not that I don’t like you or anything” He sheepishly smiled at me.
“We could listen to some music?” I suggested and he agreed, picking up his IPod from the dressing table and unlocking it.
“Pick one” he said as he showed me his track list, the bright light, lightning up the whole room.
I whizzed through all the tracks till one caught my eye.
‘Conor Maynard: Girls Love Beyoncé Cover’
I clicked on it and the piano broke out the silence we held onto for so long as Conner’s astonishing voice over took the darkness.
I know girls love Beyoncé
Girls love to fuck with your conscience
Girls hate when niggas go missing and shawty you ain’t no different
These days it’s hard to meet women
Feel like my love life is finished
I’ve been avoiding commitment
That’s why I’m in this position
I’m scared to let somebody in on this
No new friends, no no no no
The lyrics drowned me in as I sat on the floor and Niall followed, placing himself in front of me so I could see his eyes shine perfectly.
When no one is around you
YOU ARE READING
Scars
Fanfiction"She was the air I would kill to breathe, it was just unfortunate that to be able to breathe I had to kill her"
