Cold Coffee (Niall horan)

Chapter 3

I pulled up the hem of my pants and fixed my teal sweater with a gold heart in the middle.

Racing down the stairs I opened the door to find Niall, his features sweet and simple smiling there. I smiled back closing the door behind me. I turned around locking the door and placing the key in my pocket. "Aright." I breathed. "Im ready" I added.

He smiled at me showing his cute white pearled teeth. I followed him to his car. He opened the door for me and I stepped in. He jogged to his side and stepped in. he roared the engine up and pulled up to a fancy restraint.

I jumped out of the car and looking at Niall, who was frowning. "What?" I giggled. "Nothing I was going to open the door for you." he replied. "No I don't like it when people do that for me I have two arms." i replied.

NIall's point of view...

I wish I could call her mine; she was sweet funny beautiful-SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!! i jogged over to her door but she was already waiting for me, I frowned. "what?" she giggled. oh my so cute here giggle is even cute i wish i could here it every day. "nothing, i was going to open the door for you." i replied. "No, i dont like it when people do that i ahve two arms." she replied.

a girl never did that.

she was one of a kind she was driffent she was quite until you know i got to meet her. i have been crshing on her for quite some time now, but never admitted it. when we bumped into each other that one day i was so happy. i looked at her art. beautiful. It was a picture of a girl that looked like her, her cholate hair dripped with life as she stared at the ground it was like she took a black and white picture and put it on a peice of paper. so real. so carful. the lines of her pictures. so full of life and stories. it kept flashing in my mind.

'later'

She snapped her fingers in front of me. She smelled nice STALKER ALERT stop smelling her! "Oh yeah sorry." I said snapping out of my thoughts.

"Um can I have the lobster instead of the dirty rice can I have it plain?" Niall asked. "Sure." Casey said.

Casey, my ex I broke up with her because of her acts she is so rude so evil so dangerous.

Nobody liked her anybody, except her 'friends'

She's bossy annoying and just ugh! I didn't like her period.

"That will be right out." She said walking off. I turned to Sam who was smirking a me.

"what?" I asked. "you were being all I like her look on her I know it I saw it before." She replied. "I hate her she is my ex why would I like her arse?" he asked. "hummmmpf." She mumbles taking a sip of her coke. "so tell me a abit about your self." She said.

"well I grew up bullied, my three brother Edward, Marcel and Harry we all get a long except sometimes. I'm 18 I grew up in Mullingar, Ireland, I moved to Bradford when I was around 8 or 9 because my mom and dad divorced. My hobbies are playing the guitar, singing, video games; basically any teen age boy would do what about you?' I added.

"well..." she started.

"I was born on Febuary first 1996 so that makes me 17, my full name is Samathia rose Lord, I am very independent, I love to draw sing play the pianio, guitar, basically any musical instrument. I thought my self how to draw I have a annoying brother Rob and my mom and dad get into a lot of fights so they are thinking about divorcing that's basically it." She replied.

We finished talking and I drove her home kissing her on the cheek we exchanged number and I watched her run up stairs. I drov e home but forgot something

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"Want to come in?" she asked. "Sure." I replied. She opened the door after she unlocked it and I heard yelling. She grabbed my hand and tugged me up stairs. "sorry." She said as I plopped on her bed. She took off her shoes in the corner and threw her socks into the hamper reviling her small tanned feet.

"its okay." I finally said. She smiled at me. "okay now do you want to see my art?" she asked. YES. "yeah-h." I replied.

She walked to her closet pulling out two books of master pieces.

"Babe, these are way to beautiful not to be shown to the world." I said looking at the most best art work done. 'is this me?" I asked. She blushed nodding. I smiled looking at her I closed the book and she looked at me biting her lip. I leaned in closing my eyes and kissing her soft pink lips.

They were so smooth and smelt like straw berries. "you don't know how long I have been waiting to do that." I whisperd. She put her hand behind my head and kissed me again.

Thundering came pounding up the stairs and she pulled aprt pulling me into the closet. I peeked though the crack watching her fear fill up her eyes. The door slammed open causing everything to shake. "come here." He growled, her dad.

Her eyes screamed in pain as he picked her up by the hair and pulled her out of the room. I wanted so badly to hold her in my arms and beat the snot out of her dad but I couldn't I was to weak. Tears poured of my eyes and the screaming all of a sudden stopped. The door slammed open then closed and I ran down finding Sam on the floor and her mother crying.

I picked Samantha up and walking towards her mom. "Are you okay?" I asked. "yeah just scard." She cried.

''NIALL!" Edward screamed pushing me off th bed. "what?" I snapped. "Samantha, she is on the phone here." He said handing me my phone. "hello?'' I asked. "that wasn't funny." She said. "what do you mean?" I asked. "you like me that's so not true." She replied.

Samantha's point of view...

He was lying and his voice changed to a deeper sound.

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