Smile. ON HOLD(Punk Niall Horan Fanfic)

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Recap:

"Let's work on the project then yeah?" Niall said. I nodded and walked out of the toilet. We walked back into the living room and stood next to each other a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

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(Talia's POV)

I pushed a piece of hair out of my face and looked at Niall. "I'm gonna take out my papers." I told him, walking over to my bag. I unzipped my bag and took out my notebook, which had all the project's papers inside. I walked back over to Niall, who stayed in the same spot the whole time.

"Umm.." was all I could manage to say. This was beyond awkward. I didn't know what to do. Niall wouldn't move, and neither would I. I just stood in front of him, staring at him. Waiting for him to look up at me.

But he didn't. What are you thinking? I thought. But I had no way of knowing. I honestly don't know what goes through Niall's mind. He's so different all the time. During school he would yell at me, push me into the lockers and laugh. he would even, sometimes, hit me. But here, alone right now. Just like we had been in the toilet earlier today, he was actually decent. He didn't harass me or anything. And when I dropped the picture, I was sure he would lash out at me. But he didn't. I was so confused.

I still didn't want to push him though. I was still trying to be careful around him. But right now, I wasn't sure what to do. He was just standing there...

"Niall, want to sit down at the table?" I finally say. His head shot up and looked at me as if he forgot I was there. He must have been thinking really hard.

"Yeah. Sure." Niall said in a whisper. I walked ahead of him to the little table in his kitchen. I set my notebook on top of the table and pull my chair out, causing the wood floors to make a creaking noise. I sat down and pulled myself in. Niall did the same and placed his Mac laptop down. He scooted his chair a little bit closer to me and opened the laptop, turning it on.

I looked around and noticed I forgot a pencil. I was about to go grab one when Niall placed a pen in front of me. "Thanks." I take the pen between my fingers and open the notebook to the first clean page I turn to. I wrote the title of the project and wrote down our names. I wrote very slowly though.

Why?

No idea.

I just left like I had to be really careful. Like if I messed up the names, something would come crashing down. I heard Niall typing away on his keyboard and a bunch on dings.

"What should we do first?" Niall finally speaks.

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4 HOURS LATER

Niall and I got a lot done actually. Well, considering we didn't even talk that much. We didn't have a full on conversation. We just talked when we needed to. But I wanted a full conversation with him. I wanted to know so much about him right now. I know I should be scared for my life cause I'm sitting next to my bully, but I'm not. After the last few hours of Niall not telling me to fuck off, or telling me to rot in hell, I felt relaxed. He wasn't lashing out at me, like he always does at school. He wasn't pushing me or anything. It felt nice.