Two Opposites

Chapter 2

Hi guys!! Thank you for reading this so far!! Leave comments and feedback pleaaaase!


James' P.O.V


"Hi-" I croaked, my voice cracking a bit. "Oh, uhm Hi...." He started. He brought his hand up to his hair, running his fingers through it, a look of concentration on his face. "I don't think I've met you before." Niall finally, speaks up, flashing me a winning smile.

There it was. That smooth way of talking.

All of his friends had it, the way their words rolled off their tongue elegantly and easily, giving them charm and arrogance.

"I'm Niall." He spoke, extending his left hand to me. I hesitated before excepting the gesture. Obviously he was planning something, why else would he be spontaneously introducing himself to me? Here we were, halfway through the year and this is the first time we've spoken.

I took a look behind my shoulder before answering. "James."
"James? Hmm, I've never heard of a girl named James." He pronounced.
"Well you have now.." I finished, pushing past him. "Nice to meet you James!" He called after me. By now, the whole cafeteria had turned their eyes to us. I tilted my head down, praying for the moment to be over soon.

Harry sat sprawled out on the bench, a wide smirk across his face. "What are you so happy about." I snapped before sitting beside him, annoyed that this whole situation amused him.
"What?!" I asked him.

He chuckled through his smile, resting his hand on my waist, pulling me beside him. "Your so cute when your annoyed, you know that right?"
I giggled a bit, lifting my outside hand to push a strand of hair out of my eyes.

There was never anything romantic between Harry and I, we had discussed it. But we did have the type of relationship that involved things like this. I guess you could call is flirting, but neither of us really thought of it like that.
At least I knew I didn't.


Niall's P.O.V

"Nice to meet you James!" I waved to her even though I knew she was faced the other way.
I lowered my hand, taking a second the watch her walk away.

"Niall." I felt a stern hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face him.
"Niall, Niall, Niall..." He sighed. "Greg, Greg, Greg?" I questioned with a laughing tone. It felt weird laughing at my own joke, but i did it so often these days I could kind of ignore it.
"Sooo what's up?" I asked, still oblivious of why he had started this conversation.
"Who's your new friend?" He lifted a finger to point behind me. I spun around. James was about 10 feet away from me now, approaching a boy who's name I didn't know. I assumed he was her friend since I'd always seen them eating lunch together.

"James." I answered, turning back to my older brother.
"James." He repeated, shaking his head at the floor again. "You like her?" He asked.
"I just met her, why?" I said.
"Looks like she's got a friend, just thought I'd mention it to you before you went any further."

Of course she had a friend, everyone has friends. Why was he pointing that out?
He nudged my shoulder, forcing me to turn around.
James sat next to the boy this time, his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her in.
It didn't bother me much, I had just met the girl. All unwanted to do was say hi to her, why could Greg just understand that.

"So?" I stated, looking back at him. He sighed again before speaking. "You want a girl? Ill get you a girl. Just try not to pick one of the weirdest ones in
school."
That took me by surprise. What did he mean by weird? Sure, she was a little annoyed when I spoke to her but that doesn't make her "weird". And what did he mean by "ill get you a girl"? What does he expect to do, buy me one? Rent someone for me? That's definitely not the way I want to spend the rest of my life, paying a girl to live unhappily with me.

Obviously picking up on the confusion in my face, he spoke agin before walking back to our table. "Just remember, your one of us now."

One of us now? One of who? Was he suggesting that because I hung out with his friends, I now had to act a certain way? I took another look James way. She sat on his lap now, her head thrown back laughing at something.

I dismissed Greg's comment as I turned away, heading back toward my lunch table, joining the people that I called "friends."