Diana (on hold)

chapter 5

Niall.

before I could even think to breath, Zayn was on the floor holding his cheek, and Niall's hands were in fists. his cheeks were red from the cold and anger as his beautiful eyes narrowed down on the man on the floor.

I was breathing hard, and my heart was pounding so loud I was afraid zayn could hear it from the ground.

"get the fuck out of her face." Niall snapped, and the curse word just didn't fit his lips. i looked from him to zayn and back, terrified.

oh my god.

he growled and stood up. he gave me a wink before staggering away.

Niall turned back to me, his eyes were softer now, as he rested his hand on my shaking shoulder.

"Diana, are you alright? I'm not gonna hurt you..." he whispered, his voice almost pleading, as I flinched from his touch. I couldn't think straight.

"did he hurt you?"

I shook my head.

"good." he said in relief. "I'll drive you home."

I didn't refuse his offer, partly because I was shaking so much and party cause I didn't want Niall to go. Shelby might kill me for leaving her car here but again, i couldn't think straight. I followed him back to his white truck in silence, before he opened the door for me and I muttered some kind of thank-you before jumping in the passenger seat.

"cold?" he noticed me shaking still and I nodded. he turned up the heat full blast.

as we started driving, I thought about asking how he knew where I lived, but decided to drop it.

I stared at him. I couldn't help it.

his hair was down, and he was wearing a black and red SnapBack and a grey sweater. his cheeks were still pink, and his eyes were pinned on the road. I look down to his lips, as he ran his tongue over to wet them. they slowly turned into a grin and I snapped back to focus.

"need something?" he chuckled.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and turned to look out the window. "sorry." I muttered, talking for the first time since getting in the car.

I decided I should probably say something to him for what he did for me back there.. without him I don't even want to imagine what Zayn would be doing to me now...

"Why were you not at the beach with everyone else?" he spoke before me.

"I needed some air. Why weren't you?" I blurted out the question clawing at my insides.

"I was er.. busy."

for some reason this pissed me off.

"busy." I repeated.

"yeah."

"you said you'd be there."

"I know."

I felt my anger rise.

"so you lied."

"no something came up.."

I crossed my arms and stared out the window, silently.

something came up. like I was gonna believe that. he lied to me just like everyone else like him. they pretend to be my friend and the next day they don't talk to me. can't I just have one friend! I imagined myself sitting at the table with the popular kids, and a boy's arm around me laughing. I looked up at the boy and frowned; it was Niall.

"Diana you don't believe me?"

his voice awakened my daydream and I said nothing.

he sighed and I could tell from the look on his face he was debating on weather to tell me.

"your not gonna tell me." it wasn't a question really.

I took his silence as a no, and I sighed. "okay. drop me off hear please."

I looked out the window to see a small store labeled 'Market'. the 'k' in market was falling off , and the letters were a faded blue. the windows were filled with painted words saying "buy one get one free bottled water" or "candy bars, two for one!" there were a group of men outside the store huddled in a circle, and I could smell cigarette smoke even through to car door.

"what? no."

I glared at him. "I said let me out here."

"let me take you home."

"you've done enough." I said while opening the car door, and jumping out.

I kept walking but I heard the sound of a car door click open just behind me.

I know my words were rude but I couldn't help the anger that raged inside of me. it was either be angry, or be sad. I've had enough of being sad.

the door creaked loudly when I opened it. there were about 6 iles, half of them food. the other half of them filled with random items thrown across the stands. a elderly man with a balding head and a grey beard didn't even look up from his magazine when I walked in.

I didn't even know what I was going to do there. all I knew was I needed to get out of the car before I started to cry.

now was my chance.

cry, I told myself.

do it now, or never.

the tears didn't come and I grabbed a water bottle and rested it on the counter to pay for, as the man blinked and looked up at me.

"cash or cred-" he was interrupted by a loud laugh. both our heads snapped to the window.

Niall was standing on top of the his truck, arms outstretched. Party in the USA, by Miley Cyrus was playing loudly from the car, he turned it up full blast, so that I could hear it from in here. he was laughing, and mouthing the words of the first verse, adding hand motions to every lyric.

"do you know that kid?" the old man spoke.

"I'll be... right back.." I said faintly without looking back at him as I headed outside, not able to hold in my laugh much longer.

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