More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21

Thalia's POV

Just when you're about to give someone a chance, they screw it up and makes you think twice about them.

Marc has been nothing but nice, not just to me but simply to everyone and he's not faking it. He's smart, gentle and a sweet guy. He has been courting me for a while now even I have tried to stop him several times, he's just so determined. He's always there for me, he cares for me, and the way he treats me slowly melts my heart. He is not hard to be loved, it's just me who is holding back. But this time, I'm falling. I don't know if I'm falling for him or to the feeling of being loved by him, by someone, or by anyone. All I know is, I was falling.

Just when I'm about to give him a chance, he screw it up and makes me hate him big time!

I grab my keys and ride on my motorbike. I start its engine and make a hard left and go to Marc's house.

That idiot. I say at the back of my head.

"Marc!" I stand outside their house as I yell his name out. I don't care who hears.

It seems forever before I see him opening the door.

"Hey." He smiles as he walks towards me. "What brought you here?"

"Your lies."

"Huh?"

"You made-up stories."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Thalia." Marc practically shouts and I chuckle.

"Oh, so, I have no idea too that you're my boyfriend! How's that, Marc?" I roll my eyes at him.

"The fuck are you talking about?" He asks-slash-shouts dramatically. Keep denying it, idiot! "You're wasting my time!"

"I'm talking about this story you keep telling to our friends that we're already dating? That we're now a thing, Marc? You're wasting your own time."

"Thalia, I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. I just did that because I can't help myself. I was just so pissed at Niall."

"He didn't do anything to you." I say.

"To me, no. But to you ..."

Shit. "I've had enough of self-pity, I don't need another."

"I just care about you."

"I know but you just made me distrust you."

"You deserve to be loved and I want to make you happy."

"Thanks but you're not Niall." Quickly, I say, shocking both of us. That's true though, but I didn't mean it in a romantic way. It's just ... it's Niall who can make me happy in so many ways, from the most stupidest to most simplest thing he does.

"Are you nuts, Thalia?!" He says, looking disgusted as ever at me. "I mean, just look at the guy you're head-over-heels with. Just look at Niall. He's successful, he's happy and he's with Holly! And you?"

"Shut up!"

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings as much as you didn't want to hurt mine but that is the truth. We're both in love with the person who can't love us back."

"I don't care." I say even though I'm not sure if I don't really care.

"I care." Marc sighs. "For you."

"Marc,"

"And I'm always here for you, for fucking sake, Thalia!"

"Are you tired of waiting?" I whisper, my knees are getting weak.

"Aren't you?" He asks as he looks deep into my eyes with his pair of teary eyes.

"Marc, I ..."

"You can't? He asks calmly and I hesitantly nod.

"Tell me why and I'll stop bothering you."

I can't love you back because I don't want to lie to myself and to you. I don't want to take you for granted, I don't want to take advantage of you just because I'm longing for something from someone else. I don't want to play with someone-who- is-just-so-good-to-me's feelings. "It's just ... uhm ..." I bite my lip as I try to find a way answer him.

All of a sudden, Marc is on his way to land his lips onto mine but I push him away right in time.

"God, you're so frustrating." I could see he's so annoyed with me right now. "And hard to get."

I nod and I, like, automatically take few steps backwards, away from him, to my motorbike parked on the sidewalk.

"And so is Niall!" He grins devilishly, making me stop in shock. "We'll, it's a tie."

And with that, I slap him. I don't know if it's a hard one or not, I just did. "Fuck you!"

"Fine." He raises his hands and surrenders, his devilish attitude still intact.

"I don't want to see you ever again."

"Sure." He smirks. "But how cool is that that you're always the best friend but never the girl friend?"

I feel my knees tremble in weakness after I hear what he just said. He just made me hate him even more. I take a deep breath and try to pull myself together for my last works for Marc. "Marc!"

"What now?!" He growls.

"And how fucking cool is this: you're always the third-wheel , the punching bag, the good friend but never the boyfriend?"

Before I could hear him say anything, I drive off.

*****

"Mom?" I call out my mother, Zaida, as soon as I practically slam our front door, my feet leading me to where I know my mother is ... in her little office.

"Yes, honey?" She says without looking at me. She's flipping pages of her Lesson Plan.

"I'm getting a part-time job on Waffle House." I rather inform her. It's a restaurant, apparently, and it's located nearby my school. I need to keep myself busy. I murmur. "They're looking for a clerk of any gender, age and size."

"Are you sure, though?" She asks as she spins around her office chair.

"I'll be fine." I smile at her.

I got her approval and I twist and turn to my room. "Have you applied yet?"

"Just about to." I chuckle. "I have my requirements ready already, it's in my room. So ... uhm, yeah. Bye, mom!"

"Okay."

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author's note »

So after two months, I'm here again. Sorry if I keep all of you waiting for my update/s! :--( I hope you understand that I'm so busy because I'm in college. That was the 20th chapter, I hope you liked it!

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