5: Dandy

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************CHEEK OUT MY NEW STORY

WHEN EVERYTHING FALLS APART************

Chapter 5

Cassie’s P.O.V

“Niall.” I mumbled as I stared at my new camera in awe that was around my neck as we walked to the tour bus. “You didn’t have to do this, I could have got it myself.”

He looked at me and smiled. “It’s fine, I have more money than I need, it doesn’t bother me.”

My eyes flickered to his goofy smile he was sporting. I smirked at him before quickly pulling the camera up and snapping a picture.

“It’s only fair you’re first picture.” I laughed

“Take one with me.” He smiled as he pulled me in

He threw his arm over my shoulder as I turned the camera to look at us, first we pulled some weird faces, then we actually took some nice ones. I looked over the pictures and smiled

“I bet I look like a right mug in the first one.” He laughed.

“Nah, you look pretty hot there to be honest.” I laughed sarcastically as I looked at the picture.

“You think I’m hot?” He mumbled

“Yeah totally.” I snorted showing him the picture.

“Oh.” Was all that left his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” I frowned.

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled shaking his head.

“Niall, you’re my best friend, talk to me.” I sighed

He looked conflicted for a moment “It’s… Nevermind.”

“Niall.” I groaned.

I watched him as his face fell into a deep frown. His eyes darkened slightly he started to ball his fists.

“Why do you care?” He snapped harshly.

“You’re my best friend you fucking idiot.” I hissed

“You don’t need to know the ins and outs of a ducks arse Cassie!” He yelped

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I barked

“It means I don’t have to fucking tell you everything.” He roared taking a step closer to me.

His knuckles were white where he was clenching his fists, as a reaction I started to clench mine. Niall never got angry, and I don’t know what he’s capable of when he’s angry, but he doesn’t know what I’m capable of either.

“Well, fuck me. Sorry for trying to be a good friend.” I hollered

“I never said I wanted you to be a friend.” He bellowed

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I screeched. “What the fuck is wrong with your sudden mood change?”

His face softened for a spit second, and then the anger was back. “I’m sick of you always wanting to know everything, it’s bad enough the paps take my private life, I don’t need you butting into it too!”

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