"Hi." Niall smiled at me and I lick my lips looking at him
Why are you here, faggot?
I wanted to say but instead "hi."
I hate my brain right now because I can't form one coherent sentence.
All the harsh stuff I wanted to say to him are in the back of my mind now and in the front, only blue eyes and thin lips.
Damn you Niall.
He took a seat on my bed beside me and I look at him half surprised , he's not supposed to be here.
"How are you?" He looked at me
"Good." Looking at my album I said but never paying attention to the photos in front of me.
"Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." I replied coldly giving him some informations that he is not welcomed here
For a certain reason I don't want him here.
He broke my heart.
He make me only focus on the blueness of his eyes, the thinness of his upper lip that when he laugh, it disappear.
Why the fuck do I notice these little stuff?
"So how are you?" He asked again, I know that tone, trying to start a conversation
A conversation you don't want to start.
"I said I'm fine." I half snapped and I pat myself on the back mentally proud of that half snap , I mean, it's the first step.
"Well, I'm not completely fine." He said
Seriously Niall ?
"Hmm, nothing is completely complete." I look down at my hands and noticed
Wow, my nails polish is really perfect.
How stupid, right?
Distractions, that's what I'm looking for at the moment, distractions from the blue and the thin upper lip.
"What's that?"
"What?" I look up at him and he nod his head toward the photos album "this."
"Just photos." I shrug and looked down at the photos and I freeze , why this? Why this picture?
I quickly close it hoping he did not see the picture
"Nah-uh , not that fast ma'am, I have already seen it." He laughed and took the book from my hands and I tried to take it back "HEY! GIVE IT BACK."
This faggot laughed again.
What is he made for?
Oh yeah, to annoy my ass.
"Well, I'm going to look at it, if you don't mind of course." He has already opened it and in the seventh page now, exactly on the photo I was hiding it from him. The photo is SO fucking embarrassing, I was crying, saliva mixed with chocolate sliding down he corner of my mouth to my chin, hair messy , clothes close to gypsy's clothes, he threw his head to the back laughing
Laughing hard, harder than he should
But that's Niall Horan.
I couldn't stand the sound of his laugh ringing in my ear, I started laughing too, hiding my face and shaking my head from embarrassment
"Stop it!" I laughed in embarrassment and he kept laughing.
Babies usually born crying, but I honestly believe that Niall got out to life, sliding down from his mummy's vagina on a board, laughing with his hair pushed to the back and trying to say "oh yeah I'm cool"
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Internal Conflict.
FanfictionI wrapped my arms around his neck, staring at his eyes as my heart squeezed itself his arms were around my waist swaying in a rhythm with the beat he has asked for this dance, but we were silent, eyes were screaming but tongues were tied. he gave me...
