STORM | Niall Horan |

At The End Of The Day

Chapter 8

Three weeks passed since that night. Niall didn’t show up afterwards, and my ego was too broken to get back to him. I didn’t have his number anyways. Kiki’s questions were professionally dodged by me, and she soon got that I didn’t want to talk about it and let me be.

As for Daniel, let’s just say that he gave up on trying asking for forgiveness after I flipped him off in front of everyone when he decided to pay me a visit at college. My life was calm now, and it seemed like the little hurricane that had twirled through it was gone.

In these few weeks, I tried to convince myself of Niall being just a really short phase, and that I was a strong, independent woman who didn’t need no man. Of course, I thought about him (and I didn’t mean Daniel), but why? It was only a thing, if you can call it that, for like two days.

Stupid bipolar weather, I hissed under my breath as I exited the college building, it had just begun to rain heavily the moment our last bell rang. My attire wasn’t really rain-resistant; I was dressed in light blue jeans, an oversized dark grey hooded sweater, and black studded boots.

My blonde hair was slightly waved, coming out from the black beanie on my head. With the straps of my backpack thrown around one shoulder, I pulled my hood up and stepped out into the rain, cursing as I realized that I had to walk home, since I didn’t have a car and the apartment complex was not that far.

The sound of my shoes meeting the drenched ground grazed my ears as I kept my head low, exiting the campus and walking along the pavement, watching the cars pass by as a big puddle became visible next to me, and some idiot decided to drive so damn close to me that the water in the puddle splashed me.

“Oh fuck!”

I yelled out in anger, staring after the car that kept driving as if nothing happened. Of course, something like that would only happen to me, like seriously? Now that my clothes were completely wet as well, even more than they already had been beforehand, I began to freeze slightly due to the wind that blew.

After a while of walking, I heard a car driving next to me and I looked to the side to see a black Audi A3. Coincidence? Swiftly turning my head back forward, I quickened my pace, already knowing who was sitting in the car. I didn’t want to see him…

… And if he got the hint, he’d drive faster. The Audi sped up as well, but only to catch up with me. The window of the driver’s seat moved down, and I saw a familiar pair of ocean blue eyes staring at me. I still didn’t look at him; he hadn’t looked at me either when he walked away from me back in my apartment.

“Get in,” he said, the tone of his voice along with his irish accent made my heart beat a little faster. Keep calm, Jolie. He needed to realize that he couldn’t just show up or go whenever he wanted. I expected a proper apology.

“Jolie, I mean it. Get in, you’ll get sick.” He repeated himself, and I turned my head to face him at the car with a rather unpleasant expression filling my visage. I was usually quite easy to get along with, but seriously, Niall made me feel beyond pissed.

I raised my eyebrow, laughing bitterly before responding, “Why the hell do you care? You didn’t show up for almost a month. I almost forgot that you existed.” These words of mine suddenly changed the look on his face, and there it was again – the cold gaze.

“Last chance, get in or never speak to me.”

My eyes widened the slightest bit, and I thought about it. My brain clearly wanted to force me into keeping walking, but my heart… It said otherwise. After a few minutes of hesitation, when he was almost going to drive away, I stopped him from doing so and walked over to the other side of the car, entering and sitting down on the passenger seat.