[Bree's POV]
"Talk." He command.
"I don't know, where do I start.." I stuttered
"Well, I'm going to ask you questions so you will not get like that." He said, I nodded.
"When are you started to sing?" He started
"I'm not good at singing. And everyone sings right?" I answered and get sarcastic at the end.
"Don't sass me, Bree. I'm more sassy than you." He laughed at the end of the sentence.
"Oh yeah? Like how? Sassy at choosing what color of nail polish you should try?" I smirked.
"Sassy like how I keep your arse burned... And red." He smirked back.
"That's all you can say?" I snorted
"Well I have more crispy comebacks of my rice bowl of crispies." He replied."K. Whatever." I said, I sound annoying there.
"Okay, where are we? Oh yeah, no, you have a great voice. I totally love it. Why you hide it?" He babbled
"Well..." I trailed of and scratch my arm and look at the tress we passing by. "You see, I hate being criticize. I know people say I need some negative feedbacks to grow but I don't think I can handle it. I'm not good at that stuff, I'll just cry maybe. So yeah, I decided to keep it to myself. You know, no people insulting me like I sound like a whale or what. It's just all me."
"But I'm going to tell you, you're incredibly good. But I guess you're scared to show off, I respect it." He said, I smiled.
"Where are we going?" I asked
"It's Sunday, remember?" He grinned.Oh.
He just take me to some shop and ordered some two glasses of orange juice and one box of graham balls. The shop is kinda exclusive for a people like him so I don't have to worry.
"Why you don't drink caffeine beverages?" He asked
"Caffeine makes your heart beat fast, it makes you tensed. I wish you get me." I answered and sipped to my juice.He just nodded and took some graham ball to his mouth.
"You're a mysterious person, I love to learn more about you." He said, eyes focusing on me.
"Well, I'm not a lady who loves talking about myself so I guess..." I trailed off and end it with a laugh.
"We'll get to know each other more, it takes time." He smiled.
"Yeah, I hope so." I giggled.
"So, are we close friends yet?" He suddenly saidI think for a second, are we? He's annoying, but he has the little secret pieces of me. I think more deeply and responded, "sure."
His face light up and puts up his pinky, "Bree, promise me whenever I ask questions or what, please don't hesitate to answer. I'm curious."
"I don't tell people about me." I replied, poker face.
"That's what are friends for? Please?" He sounds like a little boy wants a toy!
"Alright, alright!" I answer and pinky sweared. Boy, sure it's so cheesy and kind of girly.
"So, how do you indulge? Going parks, malls, like every person leisures?" I asked
"Can't do that anymore. If I do, I get mobbed. I hate it when I get mobbed, I'm claustrophobic but as a celebrity, I need to get used from being squished." He muttered. I feel his sadness.
"Aw, that's alright. You can still indulge somehow, right? Like what are we doing, going out and eat." I cheered
"Yeah." He just say.
"Oh! What if.. Oh... You're leaving tomorrow."
"You're gonna miss me?" He cocked his eyebrow, smirking.
I tongue-out to him and shook no.
"Liar." He laughed.
"Let's see who will!" I challenged
"Sure! Give me all your social media accounts." He said.I gave him all of my accounts. Skype, Twitter, Instagram, Viber, Line, and Snapchat.
"This is so easy." I giggle
"Well let's see." He smirkedAnd the whole day, we just finished our food and he just takes me home. He drove the vehicle for me too. I just laughed, what a gentleman he is. Well, I'm pretty sure every guy does that when they have an new lady friend.
I just don't trust. I have trust issues.
And after a day with him, I'm watching some certain TV show with my Oreos in my hands.
"Niall is not so bad after all." I chuckled.
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Only Exception // Niall Horan Fanfiction
ФанфикBree Somph, a red haired gal with nothing something extraordinary. She just lives in a world where everything is black and white. Her parents divorced causing her to have trust and love issues. It's just kind of cliché though, she enters a world wha...