It Happened (Niall Horan Fan Fic)

Chapter 7

Classes go by fast. Thank god. I think of Niall constantly. It's as if the words the teachers were saying all related to Niall. "75x5= Niall. The sun orbits around, Niall."

"Get your head together, Brie." my subconscious scowls. But how could I? That was the worst..well only fight Niall and I have ever had. I would give anything to take that entire night back. Well, minus the fight with Camryn and Emily. They both deserved what was coming. But Camryn...I haven't talked to her since last night. I hope she's okay. My thoughts are interrupted by the bell. Thank god it's time for lunch. I'll see Niall, and we can end this tension. I walk through the line, grab my tray and walk to the table.  Niall and Kendall are talking...but it's different.. like they're talking about someone. When they stop talking as soon as I reach the table, my suspicions were confirmed. I was the topic of discussion. 

"What's going on?" I ask. I don't need my two best friend's...well one of them talking behind my back. "Nothing." Kendall replies coldy. Niall doesn't speak. "Dude, what's wrong?" I ask again sitting down. "Nothing, Brielle. Next time, take your crap out of my boyfriend's car." She says harshly, tossing the Forever 21 bag at my side. 

Shit. She couldn't possibly think I'd do anything with Micah. That's ridiculous to be honest. 

"Kendall it wasn't--" she cuts me off. "I don't care. It shouldn't have happened, and you should have told me about it." She takes her tray and walks off. "See ya, Niall." she yells back. This can't be happening. Niall and I exchange glances, but he remains silent. This is too much. Why would you stay at the table and not talk? To me of all people...you're best friend. Hell, I don't know if he's still friend's with me, but I need to find out...before our class.

After what feels like hours, Niall silently gets up and walks away. "Niall!" I call after him. It's 2:00 and our last class is in 5 minutes..but this is more important. I finally catch up to him, but he pretends I'm not even there. He speaks to his friends as we walk past, but he never looks in my direction. Enough is enough. I step in front of him and look him in the eyes. "Stop doing this. Please." I manage to say. The look in his eyes...they show relunctantness, as if he doesn't want to forgive me when he knows he should. But he hurt my feelings too. If he even cares to remember. 

"Stop what?" he asks monotone. He keeps looking around as if he's waiting for someone...or he just doesn't want to be here with me. "Am I keeping you from something?" I ask harsher than intended. "Class, actually." He retorts. "Too bad you're going in the wrong direction." I state sarcastically. "To get away from you. But apparently you can't take a fucking hint." he retorts.