Disguise♔ z.m

Nine

"Today has been quite, er, exciting," I scratch the back of my neck as Niall and I escape the mist of people leaving.

"They are an ultimate band." His cheeks were flushed red since he was shouting throughout the whole concert. I wasn't too bad in general; I did let my hair down, and I did pretend to be Green Day's biggest fan, but as soon as the stage lights went off, I was back to being the Nora who kept her hair in a tight bun, and her inner monster in.

"Too bad the night has to come to an end," I mumble, trying to push Niall to at least ask me for my number. Unbelievable, right? Nora actually wanting to get along with a punk fellow?

"Um, yeah," he replies, looking the opposite way and fixing his snap back properly over his tousled dyed blonde hair. He flutters his eye lashes gracefully and I can't help but note my detailed nature. I see everything and I judge everything. It's sometimes a curse, because when people tend to be imperfect and do imperfect things, here I am, judging without anyone's permission which totally ends up fucking up right in front of me.

"I thought we'd never get out," he laughs as we get out of the arena we were in.

Ask me for my number already!

"Niall?" I ask, taking a quick glance at the boy who was having long strides, attempts on holding my hand again.

"Yes, Nora?" He sheepishly smiles.

"I've been dreading to know what you were doing on that dating site?" I quickly speak, looking at the ground to avoid any further eye contact. Though I can't see any of his face expressions, I hear him laugh lowly.

"Same question goes to you." He retorts.

"Oh!" I look up at him and poke his rib.

"Stop," he laughs and I see his blue eyes light up just as I saw them light up in front of the stage.

"I was devastated when we broke up," his smile fades and I don't bother questioning him because I already understood what he meant.

"I am sorry," I apologize, slightly frowning. I would definitely be devastated if I ever broke up with my boyfriend, but who am I to speak if I never had one. And never will have one.

"It's okay. He deserved better," My eyes widen for a second as my heart falls down to my feet. My saliva becomes thicker than ever, and my eyes swirl.

"H-he?" I stutter, feeling my palm moisten.

"Yes." He confidently answers and smiles at me, pretending he said absolutely nothing. We stop walking and as I try to attach the pieces together, I see Niall look at a random guy who stood at side with his group of friends. They both seemed to exchange a sort of body language, but I was too lost to understand.

"So you're a homosexual?" I look up at him in the most hurtful way, and feel the future I drew with him disappear like a speck soaking into the sea.

"Bisexual," he corrects, which makes me sigh loudly out of luck, but that does not sound ideal to me. I have nothing against Homosexuals, but I have never come across one, and I never imagined coming across one. It's not on me, but on my parents who said Homosexuals weren't allowed to live. Niall is a Bisexual, which means he can hit on guys and chicks without being called names. I feel my ego drop like gravity, because if I have to compete with guys, then I would never have a chance of winning, which only worsens my self esteem.

"I hope you're not freaked out or anything," he quickly says, his ultramarine eyes glistening with worry, and I know I should not criticize him right now for who he is, but I can no longer hold my mouth shut.