101 Ways on Seducing Niall Horan

Chapter 8 - The 2nd Way

Niall left me already.

Whew.

Sean called me to go down stairs because of someone who’s looking for me. I get up making myself ready. I think it must be Pauly. And I felt like a genius making a rhyme with ready and Pauly like Tori’s story. He told me to wait him on the saloon, why is he here?

I came down stairs then sighted Paul and Sean talking, probably, on the gay’s part, much of flirting. I just found myself shaking my head.

“Oh hey, there you are! What took you so long?” asks Paul innocently.

“You should be thanking me for that,” I said in the tone of sarcasm knowing that he wanted to talk or flirt with Sean. It’s exhausting, you know?

“Anya!” he yelled. But I managed to snob him anyway, Paul will always be Paul.

“You two should be going by now. Paul, take care of my little sis or else I’ll—“ Sean told the gay not knowing how to continue what is he going to say. He scratched the back of his head.

“Or else you’ll what?” surprisingly, Paul and I chorused making us to look on one another. Three of us just burst into laughter, without knowing why. Honestly, I’m tired of thinking of some reasons or excuses for the things I do, I just felt like doing them.

“Argh, forget about it. Just be careful,” says Sean then an upward curve was on his face was seen. I move closer to him hugging him as my goodbye. He kissed me on my hair. “Now go, bye. Be home around 7.”

I sighted Pauly looking into my brother with full of…. desire? God, this gay. I tweak his ear affectionately to make him back into his senses. He shouldn’t have a lust toward my big bro, he might just get hurt.

“Aww! Anya!” he groaned in pain.

“Let’s move out! Bye big bro! Seven!!!” I told Sean then dragged Pauly out of our house. We started paving our way down streets. The gay crossed his arms with his fists close and seems very annoyed on what I did to him. His lips were straight as the line I draw in middle school using ruler. His eyebrows were scrunched, too.  I just did it because I don’t want him to be hurt because my bro won’t make out with a gay. In the second thought, I did it because I don’t want him sticking around Sean, haha.

I poked him. “Pauly, are you mad?”

“No, no. I’m just pissed off,” he answered without even taking a look at me.

“And why are you pissed off?” I asked him in a tone. He turned to glance at me, with his eyebrows getting close. “Paul, your wrinkles, they’re showing,” I muttered.

His eyes widened, really a big one. He was shocked knowing he gained some wrinkles! Ahahaha. He checked out his face with his newly polished fingers. He looked at me again letting out a very loud sigh, figuring out that he was no wrinkles.