Figure 8

44. Terrified.

~Niall's POV~

I watch as Mason politely orders two students of the carnival committee. The second she finishes she walks towards me holding the rough draft copy of the to do list, once she hands it to me I roll my eyes at the yellow note saying "help come up with a better order before the rest of the committee shows up."

"Mason I got a quick question." I walk towards her by the check in table.

"Yes?" The look in her eyes is dull, practically uninterested.

"Can we please stop this?" I frown. "It's already been what, two weeks? I just don't-"

She silently walks away and sits back down on the computer.

"Mason!" I get impatient.

"If you think of a better order let me know."

I begin to order the tasks the crumple the list which leads to the infamous pile of trash around the trash bin. I sit staring around the library for a while until I realize the girl who's in the committee is attractive.

"Cami." I smile then motion to the chair across from me.

"What's up?" She leans over see what I'm doing.

"You know how I always talk about how short you are?" I smirk, she grins then messes with her hair.

"Yes, that's called teasing Niall" She laughs.

"It's so cute though. You're like 4'10 and all."

"Yeah, 4'10, just adorable isn't it." She says sarcastically.

"I mean I think short girls are attractive."

"And I think tall guys are attractive." Her tone changes. "The blonde and Irish kind."

"Blonde and Irish? I heard you're his type."

"Good. Tell him I'm free after this and–"

"Hey Cami you don't wanna be stuck working on this forever." Mason says in a friendly matter then shoots me a death glare. "How about you flirt with her once you actually get something done?"

"I rather you ignore me if you're gonna be a prick." I impulsively speak.

"A prick who doesn't defend sexual assault."

Annndd that was the cherry on top of all of my recent screw ups.

~Mason Nicole's POV~

Eight hours later everyone has left but Niall and I since we have to tidy up a bit. Which we did silently, until my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Mason?" Waliyha says, almost terrified.

"Are you okay?" I walk farther away from Niall.

"Please come pick me up." She whimpers.

"What happened, where are you?" I panic.

"I have to go. I'll text you where to meet me." I hear yelling in the background. 

"Okay, I'm at the school right now and I don't have my car, but I'll be there I promise."

"What's going on?" Niall stands two feet away from me.

"Waliyha just needs me to pick her up." I walk away, he gently grasps my arm and pulls me back.

"That didn't sound like she's okay." He raises an eyebrow, I stay silent. "I'm driving down there with you."