You might hate me for this; hopefully not but we'll see. I hope you like my bad intro of the newbies.
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Today is Friday. Exactly two months, three weeks and four days have gone by and during that time Niall has consistently missed Sunday morning mass. Every Sunday, I don't see my little ray of sunshine even though I know he'll most probably ignore me. Which gets me thinking that there is no way that he is "sick" every Sunday morning or Saturday night to miss mass. Not that me noticing this brings down my mood - it does - but his absence from my life is getting frustrating. I am so tempted to just go into one of his classes - yes, I know his schedule - and carry him out on my shoulder. I've been pulling my hair out trying to keep myself calm, but just seeing him hang around people who are not me hurts. It hurts a lot.
Every weekday became a systematic routine: wake up, think of Niall, go to school, see Niall, attend morning classes, think of Niall, eat lunch, hurt because Niall is giggly with someone else, go to the afternoon classes, go home, work out, kill and repeat. It definitely didn't help that during one of the masses I saw Chris. Granted, I knew I wasn't supposed to kill him but when my gaze fell on his ashen skin with a cast and wheelchair, I couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. And of course, everyone stood by his side, tending and soothing and laughing at anything the idiot said or did throughout most hours of school. Niall only went up to him once to how he was feeling and the stupid douche in the wheelchair said some stupid thing that induced that damn giggle that brightens the universe. But that alone definitely only added to the "hurt because Niall is giggly with someone else" part of my daily cycle. So on this boring monotonous Friday, I am very much surprised to find an angel - the angel I've been thinking about for two months, three weeks and four days - standing in front of my locker after school.
Like anytime I stand in close proximity to the beauty, my chest gets flooded with the warmest feelings. I look at him up and down and my mouth almost starts to salivate at what he's wearing. There he is, standing with his soft-looking blonde fringe that I want to run my fingers through. A burgundy ombre flannel and ripped white skinny jeans. I almost have to stop walking when I see the pockets of pale skin peeking through the cuts.
But then it hits me. Regardless of how cute and adorably gorgeous he is, Niall ignored me for two months, three weeks and four days. I frown ever so slightly. Two can play at that game. Even with my mind and chest screaming for me not to go through with my plan, I can't let him easily walk back into my life.
Without giving him a second glance, I start to spin the dial on locker to the right.
"H-hi," that lovely voice releases shakily. I falter while inputting in my second number, but I continue. Sweat starts to bead on my forehead from my need to remain emotionless. Like I don't care. That decision is almost crippling, but I'm a demon. I've gone through worse.
"Um I just wanted to talk ..." he tries again. Upon hearing those words, unexpected anger shoots through my spine. Talk? He wants to do what I wanted to do this whole time?! I shrug my backpack off my shoulders and it strategically lands right in front of his feet, a small yelp escaping his lips. I pull out a few textbooks for the homework I might think about doing after my kill tonight - I will definitely kill tonight - and face the angel himself. His eyes are starting to get glassy and I hate myself for being the reason why but I still have to put on a strong face. He looks down while playing with the bleached part of his flannel.
"I get it if you don't want to" I can't let him continue. I immediately drop my textbooks right next to my backpack, the sound reverberating throughout the empty hall and causing my poor beauty to flinch. I can feel the emptiness in my chest beginning to form, but that doesn't matter when I start, "Oh you realized just now that I don't want to talk?"
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
