Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 23

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*Bailey's point of view*

I sighed and looked down at him with my hands on my hips.

"I mean it when I say that I'm not doing this here," I said again.

He looked up at me with fake sad eyes, "Aw common Bailey, you don't want to hurt my feelings do you?"

"I don't think I would mind to much." I turned away from him again but, before I could protest, I felt something wrap around my hand and pull me down to the ground beside him.

I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip tightened. He looked up at me and this time I couldn't tell if he was actually hurt or not. "Why is everything so different in school?"

I looked away uncomfortably, trying to make it so that he didn't notice that I was looking around to see if anyone was watching us. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Don't give me that shit," he said annoyed and pulled his hand out of mine. A little voice in my head screamed that it wanted it back, but I made it shut up. "We are fine during the weekend, or on the phone, or when no one is around, but the second we get here it's like you put on some front. I don't know whether or not to believe that this is the real Bailey or the other one I talk to. Because if this is it, I'm not afraid to say I'm disappointed."

I didn't say anything for a minute as he waited for an answer.

"I'm not sure Niall. I feel different when it's just me and you. I tell you things that I don't tell anyone else and maybe it because I feel like you do the same. You can't say that you are the same in school then outside of it. You're anti social and dark in school, but you're fun when we hang out or talk on the phone. This isn't just me," I said, really not wanting to do this here, but I had already said it multiple times and he's stubborn.

"Yeah but being quite is a hell of a lot different then treating someone like shit. That's what you do. You purposefully try to act like we don't even talk to each other when we are in school. I just want to know now so that I don't become invested in this, do you like me or not?" He asked bluntly, almost unemotionally.

I pulled back from him a little, not sure of what to say. My teenage girl brain started reeling. Did he mean like as a friend or like like. What if I said yes and he meant more then friends and then he got mad because I lead him on. And what if I said yes and he meant only friends and I was left hanging because God only knows how I feel about him. One minute I can't stand his stupid comments and looks and the next I'm lost in those blue eyes and how charming he can be.

He took my silence as a bad sign. "So you don't."

I immediately sat back up, that little voice from earlier becoming louder and louder. And it wanted me to hold onto him as tightly as I could. "No, no that's not what it is at all. I do like you Niall, I really do. But my friends, they-"

"Why does it always seem to come back to them?" He said looking angry. "I'm dead serious when I wonder whether or not you ever do the things you want to."

"I don't have anyone else Niall," I raised my voice a little, "I'm dead serious when I tell you over and over that you don't get it. I've been a bitch for years and I can't just wake up one day and decide that I'm going to be the next Virgin Mary. I made choices years ago about who I was going to be, and yes I was a fucking idiot when I made those choices, but now my life is full of fake friends and that's all I'm ever going to get. And you want to know why? Because every single person with half the decency to try and get to know me, I have crushed like it was nothing because I thought that is was funny to laugh about it behind thier backs. I don't have other friends because once I lose Caroline, I'm the one who gets laughed about."