It Happened (Niall Horan Fan Fic)

Chapter 8

My mouth is hanging open...in shock.  I look down at my dress to see wet stains, small and faint. I'm crying. Oh god. Not in front of him. I glance up at Niall to see the color drained from his cheeks. The look in his eyes is absolutely heartbreaking. "Brie, I didn't mean it please... I'm so sorry." he says remorsefully. When he goes to touch my arm, I pull away and walk fast. I don't know where I'm going, but I need to leave here.

I walk so fast that I start to run...as fast as I can. I'm thankful everyone is in class, and not crowding the halls to see me in my pathetic state. "Stop. Crying." I tell myself. I don't like crying. I feel like it shows a sign of weakness. I spot the door and run outside. I feel like the fresh air has wiped away any tear that left my eyes...but the hurt is still there. I can take a lot...but I'm not really sure why that hit me so hard...

"What happened to you meeting me at the gym?" the familiar voice startles me out of my thoughts. I turn around to see Aspen. Are you kidding me? "Aspen grow up." I say in disgust. "Aw babe, don't be so harsh." he taunts, walking closer to me. Oh my god he looks perfect, but I'll never tell him and boost his ego. But the way his wavy hair falls over his eyes, makes my heart flutter. "Snap out of it Brie. Not today". My subconscious warns. "My name is Brielle. Not, 'babe.' " I retort as he continues to walk closer. "Ha. You've got jokes, but--" he stops midsentence. Then he just stares at me. "What?" I ask, feeling self-conscious. "You don't cry." he says. "And?" I reply. "Then why have you been crying? Your eyes are bloodshot red. Who made you cry?" he asks demandingly. "No one...nothing." I state trying to walk away. "Damnit Brielle! Talk to me!" he yells grabbing my arm. "Ouch Aspen, stop!" I say turning around.

He calms down, biting his lip, then lets go of my arm. He always does that when he gets frustrated or nervous...that's one thing I do remember. "I'm sorry.." he says with a sigh. "You seem like you care.. that's a first." I say quietly, looking away. "Shut up." he says boldly. The look on my face makes him curse in spanish. The fact that he was Puertorican attracted me to him the most. "I'm sorry...again. I didn't mean to tell you to shut up." 

"Okay." is all I can say. This is what probably broke us up to begin with...his anger. But he's worked on it a lot. It sucks to know he changed so much...when it was too late for us to work out. "So you've been texting me from a random number this entire time?" I ask changing the subject. "Yeah, I got a new number and it's fun fucking around with you." he says with a laugh. He still remembers my number? Wow. 

"Yes I remember your number." he says with a smirk. "Are you a mind reader now?" I ask with a laugh. "No, but we did date for a year and a half..how would I forget?" he says low. I look down at the ground, picking at my nail polish. After a few seconds pass, I look up at him. "Look...thank you for making me feel better. But next time, just say who you are when you text me." I add, playfully hitting him. "Got it." he replies with a wink, making my heart skip a beat. I check my phone to see that it's 3:00 and I've basically missed my entire class. Great. 

Aspen obviously notes the frown on my face. "What's wrong? Afraid mommy will get you for missing class?" he teases. "Shut up ass." I say. He pretends to be offended and gasps. "I mean...Aspen." I say adding a playful wink. "I need to get my books from my locker and find a way home. I'll see you around." I say turning to walk inside. 

"Wait! Um..I could take you?" he suggests. What? Aspen taking me home? "Who are you and what have you done with my jerk of an ex-boyfriend?" I ask. He laughs and holds the door open for me. "He has temporarily left the building, babe." he says. I turn around giving him a look. "I mean, Brielle." he corrects. I might as well take him up on his offer...Kendall is ignoring me...and forget about Niall. I'm so mad, I don't even want to hear his name. 

Besides, it's just a ride home. What's the worst that could happen?