My Secret Admirer

Chapter 7

-NIALL'S P.O.V.-

"God damn it mom, I know!" I yell with annoyance. Mom was making me take over a batch of cookies to our "new neighbors". She keeps fucking nagging me about getting my ass off the couch and doing it. But I'd much rather just sit here and watch football.

Mom charges into the living room, "What did you just say?! You better watch your language! Now get up and take these cookies!" She holds the plate of cookies into the air and waves them around.

"Fine," I say in a monotone voice and grab the plate from her. This is so fucking stupid. Who would want cookies anyway? If it was me, I'd want something a little more appetizing besides that.

I put my shoes on and walk out the door. Damn, when did it get so cold? 

My hair blows down in my eyes, and I sweep it back over with my hand. Why did it feel like their house was a million away from ours, even though it was just 3 houses down?

I haven't really thought about what I'm going to say when I see Rachel. After she yelled at me in the hallway and ran away, I'm pretty sure she hates me even more now. But I have to admit, seeing her yell like that was kind of a turn on. The way her eyebrows furrowed down together angrily, her eyes widening just slightly, the crease in her forehead. The way her mouth was formed into a slight frown while she was screaming at me. It was all-together just pretty damn attractive, even though she looks like an innocent little puppy when she tries to be mad.

I finally get to their house. I take long strides up the sidewalk, and approach their door. Maybe Rachel wouldn't answer, maybe it would be her mom.

I ring the doorbell and wait while looking around at the other neighbors houses. I turn around and look at the one directly in front of Rachel's house. The lady was outside tending to her flowers. Damn, she had a lot of flowers. How could she even keep up with that many?

"Hello?" A voice says. I quickly turn back around to face the door. I guess I didn't hear the door being opened.

My heart speeds up just slightly when I see Rachel standing there in sweat pants and a tank top, with her long blonde hair flowing down around her face. God, she must be freezing wearing a tank top, but I have to admit that she looks fucking hot right now.

"Um?" She asks when I don't answer her.

"Is your mom here?" I ask rudely. I don't know why I always sound rude. I think that's just my natural voice.

She looks across the road at the house with tons of flowers, then back at me, "No. She's still at work."

I notice her look down at the plate of cookies in my hands, "Oh, these are for you and your mom. My mom made them," I try to say a bit more nicely. I know exactly what she's thinking about. And that's why she's acting so awkward.

"Look, about today.." I start.

"No, just don't bring that up again," she objects. She looks down at the ground and rubs the back of her head awkwardly. This was getting too damn uncomfortable.

I hand her the plate of cookies, "Well, here." I say rudely. She takes them and just stands there with a blank expression on her face.

Why am I such a fucking idiot? I can never make anyone happy. I'm too damn mean to everyone. Maybe I should at least try to be nice for once.

"Can I come in?" I ask quietly. She looks up at me with wide eyes like she was in shock that I actually asked such a question.

She looks around outside, then slowly nods her head and takes a step back so I can come in. I walk inside and immediately take my shoes off, just like my damned mother taught me.