Accident (A 1D Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Payback

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Niall laughed. "You're on to me. Alright, I'll stop caring. But I won't stop texting. You slept with Niall Horan, you should be proud that I'm even texting you back." And with that, he hung up.

I sighed deeply, as I got another text.

"I'll be there in 30 min" it said, from Nialler(;.

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「OLIVIA'S POV」

Niall was coming over. I know I shouldn't care, but oddly, I did.

I cared a lot.

I let the text sink in, then darted up to my room. I may hate him with a deep passion, but I'm not going to let him see me in this state, sick or not. I wasn't going to let him take the chance to make fun of me.

I opened my closet, skimming through the clothes. I needed something that says, "I knew you were coming so I got dressed, but I'm not trying to impress you." Don't want it to look like I'm trying too hard.

I picked a tight white tank top with a black rose on the front in sparkly decals. I slipped it over my head positioned it on my torso before snatching a scarf off the bed. It was cold, and they were fashionable.

I wrapped it around my neck and added my Falling In Reverse jacket. Not trying too hard. Skinny jeans, grey Ugg boots. Now to makeup.

I always put on too much, then start over. I always try too hard, but it looked decent around my fifth try, so I kept it. White eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, pink lipgloss. I was fairly tan with a clear face, thanks to years of expensive face wash. I brushed my hair, added gel, and scrunched it.

There.

I still had ten minutes, so I decided to occupy myself with food. I still hadn't had breakfast. Ice cream doesn't count. So I went downstairs and put three Eggo waffles into the toaster and waited. I got out the syrup and a plate, and came back just as they popped up. I put them in the plate, stacked in a pile and grabbed a fork. I put syrup on the side of the plate and went to the table, watching the clock. Still had eight minutes.

Just as I took a bite, I heard the front door open. Wait, I thought it was locked?

"Hello, angel!"

Guess it wasn't.

Niall came walking into the kitchen, which was the only place you could go from the family room besides the bathroom. He smiled when he saw me at the table, then took a seat and made himself at home.

"You're kind of early." I raised an eyebrow, swallowing my food. He shrugged, clearly not caring.

"Don't leave the door unlocked, idiot. That's how you get robbed."

"I've taken karate, I think I'm okay."

Niall rolled his eyes before standing and going to the fridge. I watched him get a water out of it as I took another bite. He must've been one of those kinds of guys that can't drink sugary stuff in the mornings. He sat back down and when I wasn't looking, he snatched a waffle off my plate.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, reaching across the table at him. He scooted his chair back, and I realized there was no point anymore. He'd already taken a big bite out of it. When he didn't continue eating, and just stared at my lap, that's when I noticed the sticky, brown maple syrup all over my jeans.

He burst out laughing when I screamed, standing up quickly. I sent a glare his way, clenching my fists tightly. I could feel my nails digging into my palms. He's already fucked my social life up, barged into my house and now ruined my jeans.