got lightning in a bottle || n.h au

seven

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I sat under the bleachers for the rest of the lunch period. What was left of it, anyway. I spent the time contemplating whether or not to text or call Niall.

I mean yes, the boy fled in the opposite direction at the possible prospect of kissing me, and yes it stung like a bitch, but I was still worried. When you're this into someone, I guess it's a reflex to worry about them. Even when they'd taken your heart a few minutes ago and proceeded to stab it with a shit ton of needles.

My judgement's clouded when it comes to this boy. Sort of like the forecast for tonight's sky. It's gonna rain watermelons tonight, apparently. I love the rain though, so no complaint here. I love taking pictures of it too. It's quite aesthetically pleasing, really.

But still, I couldn't help but feel as though that had to be another reason for him running off the way he did. Okay and maybe I was looking for a reason that would make this hurt less, but that's beside the point. The look the boys gave me showed that this wasn't typical Niall behaviour. They looked the way my little cousin looked after I told her that Sponge Bob wasn't actually stuck in her TV and that he was actually living happily under the sea. That is to say, positively baffled.

After a few minutes of further contemplating, I decided to send him a text.

Niall?

Where are you?

I just, when you're feeling better or whatever, just call me? I just wanna know if you're okay.

Just as I had sent the third text, the bell rang. Great, period four.

Wait. What even is period four today? I pulled my file out of my backpack, checking what subject I was supposed to be going to.

History.

Oh crap.

I dawned on me that I have a whole lot of History homework that I haven't completed and was planning on doing during lunch.

But then ya know, Niall happened and now here I am with three pages worth of incomplete homework. I'm doomed.

It's times like these when I wish he didn't have the effect he has on me.

I sighed long sufferingly, checking my phone (still no response from him) and sighing again dejectedly before getting up, slinging my back back onto my back and dragging my feet all the way to Ms Northey's class.

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× Niall ×

Shit.

I'm such bloody coward.

One chance Niall! One chance and you blew it. I don't even know how I can look her in the face after this.

I panicked okay. There it is, I panicked. I was about to kiss the most amazing girl I've honestly ever met, and I chickened out.

I should've kissed you, Zee. While I had the opportunity.

But I have a reason for doing what I did okay.

The look on her face as I was leaning in was one of shock. And not the good kind okay. She looked as if she was frozen in her seat after seeing Freddy Kruger.

Call me weird, but one usually doesn't look like they just witnessed their pet llama eating it's own foot when someone they like tries to kiss them.

If anything, they look as if they just watched a cute kitten video and can't help but fond all of the damn place but are trying to keep their emotions at bay. Or something like that.