101 Ways on Seducing Niall Horan

Chapter 7 - The Princess and The Frog

The way Niall looked at Ali last night was…………….

I had to admit, there’s something different in the way Nialler looked at Ali at the party. I just don’t know it yet but I’m pretty sure, it won’t be good. I mean it was the way Niall used to look at her ex-girlfriend before. Niall’s looks at me were totally different in the way he looked at… Ali.

My stomach flipped annoyingly again. Why do I have to feel like this? Ali and Niall? They’re both my friends but why do I feel liked being betrayed???

Is it possible for them to date??? No, no, no. It will probably, kill me inside. Not my friend again, Niall.

On the second thought, why should I feel like this? You’re just the best friend, Anya—not his girlfriend. Keep that in mind. I know, I don’t have the right to feel this. Sometimes I’m really weird.

I’m in front of my mirror, looking crazy while talking to myself and brushing my hair. I don’t know why but being in love really makes a person feel insane, like what I’m doing now. Niall Horan. I’m full of insecurities in my body. How could I be so pathetic, Holly is really right on what she told me. She’s better than me, I’m nothing compared to her, and now here comes Ali. How many girls should be there to show me that I’m nothing to Niall??? I know, I shouldn’t feel this. I just shrugged on these thoughts.

Suddenly, a knock on my door was heard. I commanded whoever that maybe then the door opened, showing a blonde boy.

“Hey?”

“Niall why you’re here?” I asked turning a glance on him.

“That was a good morning greeting, princess,” he said in the tone of sarcasm then immediately collapsed down on my bed.

“Since when did you decided to have that endearment on me?” I asked wondering why he called me princess. He never called me that way.

His face had a grimace looking disappointed much more like constipated. “What do you want me to call you then…….” he says turning a glance to my stuff toy, “a frog?”

“What?! You want to call me a frog? Do I look like an idiot frog to you?” I shrieked. Really? A frog?

He just chuckle on my reaction. I get annoyed so I threw the thing in my hand, the brush.

I heard him muttering ouch and frowning. But believe me; I did not hit him intentionally in his nose. I hurt him.

“Gosh, Nialler, I’m sorry,” I said rushing to him. He’s covering his nose with his left hand while the brush I used to throw to him was on the right. I feel guilty.

“A brush? You became violent, huh,” he replied. I tried to touch his nose but he stopped me with his hand.

“Hey, you started it. I said sorry,” I manage to say. He just shook his head. “Aww Niall, look at me. Sorry.”

But instead of saying ‘apology accepted’ he just threw a pillow right on my face! Can’t believe that he just laughed after.

“You want a pillow fight? I’ll give you war then,” I said throwing the pillow he threw to me. I got many pillows; I think five, to throw to him then rushed away from him. He throw me another pillow, I just give him a sweet revenge.

“Ahahaha!!! Anya you can never win to me, I guess,” he mumbled then threw another one that hit me, on my face again. I hate this; I did not hit him, I wish I can target his face but failed.

“It’s too early to sound victorious, Niall. You’ll see,” then throw a pillow to him again. This time, it’s my time to feel the triumph, his face was hit!