Full of Secrets (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 13

 (A/N: YAAAAY! IT'S FRIDAY, yet I know it's late, but whatevs, It's Friday sooo LWWY (Live While We're Young...ha it's better than YOLO, okay? Anyways,  thank you guys for reading this story, means a lot to me! Seriously, I'm so thankful for everyone.)

Chapter 13

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Lacy's POV

***Recap***

"Lacy? You can come out." James knocked on my door.

"No, it's okay." I responded while laying across the bed.

"At least let me come in?"

"I really just want to sleep...I'll see you in the morning or something..." I sighed, covering up, he must get embarrassed to show me around, I don't blame him.

"Please don't do anything bad, by the way...you're beautiful, darlin'." James' feet shuffled away from my door. I took a deep breath. Why must the world hate me this much? What have I ever done to deserve this?

~~~Morning~~~

My legs stretched out on the side of the bed, falling onto the floor, I lazily stood up. I raked my hands in my hair, noticing the amount of tangles that were in it, I searched for my brush and combed it out.

I could smell food cooking, ugh, I am so hungry right now, but aren't I mad at James? I kind of am, someone who's embarrassed to be around me in public doesn't deserve to see me at all, but starving myself to death shouldn't be the other option.

Stop acting so immature about this.

My mind was speeding through several thoughts, okay, I will take a shower and get myself decent, and then head down stairs, maybe I don't even need to talk to him. Yeah, I like that idea.

Time to face the music, or should I say: Time to face the James? No, no, that was just so stupid, why am I acting like this?!

"Good morning...darlin', how did," James started yawning, "how did you sleep?"

I gave him a simple shrug, slumping down into a chair at the kitchen table, he set down a plate of bacon in front of me, it was a couple of pieces, and then another plate with two pieces of toast already buttered, yum. I see the jelly sitting in the middle of the table, I decided to eat a few pieces before I started on that.

"Do you want to do anything today?" James questioned me.

I just kept eating, my head was still tilted down, I didn't want to look at him, not right now anyways.

"Please? Please talk to me? What did I do? I'm sorry..." James sighed, running his hands through his hair, or should I say bed hair, what a mess.

"Why say sorry when you don't even know what you did?!" I snapped, oops, now you're pushing it. I probably sound so rude, ugh why do I bother to be nice when I just snap later? No, I'm not bipolar, I have trust issues and no friends so how am I supposed to act?

"I-I don't know what I did...was it because I wanted you to be in your room? I didn't mean it in a bad way! I promise! Argh, look, let me make it up to you, what do you want to do? Anything? Go somewhere? Please don't look at me like that...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" James frowned, giving me some space, but I made a face because I didn't want him to back away from me...I felt like I needed him...for comfort and to talk things out to me.

"I'm...erm, I'm full." I grabbed my plate and gave him what I didn't eat, and threw the crumbs away, putting the plate in the sink, he watched my every move. I even felt his arm brush mine.