Still The One

Nineteen

Boys don’t usually cry, do they? I looked around and saw Niall. His face was hidden in his arms. ‘What happened? Niall?’  He stopped crying. ‘I heard you. I saw what you did with him.’ He said, rising up. His eyes were the deepest red I’ve seen in a thousand years. ‘Oh, come on Niall. You did that purposefully.’

He broke down in renewed sobs. ‘I did not, okay? Why doesn’t the world believe me? I did it accidentally. I had already made my mind up the night before that Louis Tomlinson is like my brother and that I have to accept him. Please believe me.’ He begged, crying more.

‘I believe you. But will you please forgive me?’ he nodded and hugged me. I kissed him. I felt good. Kisses with him were always very soft, unlike Louis, with whom it was always very….violent. Louis would hold me extremely tightly as if he would never let me go. On the other hand, Niall’s kisses always very… soft and cute. ‘I have to tell Louis that I’m breaking up with him, but we’ll still be…. Hey!’ I said as he pulled me into one of the cubicles. He started kissing me a   l o t. ‘Oh c’mon!’ I mumbled into the kiss.

‘Samantha? Your coffee is here.’ Zayn knocked on the door.

 ‘Oh yeah. I’M COMING! ’ I shouted from inside the cubicle. We parted and I came out. ‘The coast is clear,’ I said to Niall. ‘Good.’ He said. I was giggling like mad for some reason. ‘Let’s go. The boys must be wondering where you are.’ I said to him. I wondered if Louis had gone to sleep again. Indeed, he was sleeping. He looked seriously cute when he slept. But I said to myself that I will like Niall and Niall only. ‘Here’s your coffee.’ Zayn said, handing over my cup. ‘Thanks a lot.’ I said to him. ‘Niall where were you? We thought you went somewhere and did some mad stuff!’ Liam said to him.

 Well, I must say, he did do some mad stuff.

 ‘I was with Sam, weren’t I?’ Niall asked me. I nodded. I felt myself getting red. I quickly grabbed a magazine from nearby to hide it.

‘How’s Louis? Did he wake up?’ Niall asked Harry. He nodded. ‘But I forced him to sleep again. He wanted to talk to you, Sam.’ Harry pointed to me.

‘But we had already talked!’ I exclaimed. ‘He wanted to talk again, simple as that.’ Harry said, shrugging. ‘Alright, we’ll talk when he wakes up.’ I said. ‘So is he coming home tonight or is he spending the night here?’ Elise asked Zayn. ‘We don’t know yet. It depends on how he’s feeling.’ Zayn answered. I hope he’s feeling good.