Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 16

A/N: Here's chapter 16, I think it's pretty rough and it's pretty short, but, enjoy? Also, Evan is gonna be in it a lot moooore ;)

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Bridgette's POV

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I had just got back in my dorm, I didn't bother on texting Niall back, I was still a bit heated when all of what I said came out, you know, about him being a coward, and having feelings for me...

That was a new sense of confidence I found in myself that day, and honestly I'm surprised that he didn't just laugh in my face.

Maybe he actually thought about what I said, because I remember he was speechless after I said all of that, and I don't know why, but the only thing I remember was my shortness of breath after I let it all out, oh yeah, and I remember his eyes.

They looked different when I said it all. They were usually either bright, or dark with lust. Can you guess which they were?

Dark, but not with lust. Not with lust. Not this time, oh no. If I had to compare those eyes to something in the moment I said all of those things, I'd compare them to a wrecked ship. He looked so genuine and vulnerable in that moment when I was actually fuming. And I didn't want to say it, but I actually felt bad for him.

My thoughts got interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hold on!" I said putting my last piece of clothing on a hanger in my closet.

Knock, knock. Louder.

"Will you hold on!" I said louder, more out of frustration than anything else.

The door opened and shit, wait, the door opened and I forgot to lock it when I came in. Who stepped in my dorm?

"What the-" I turned around, ready to scream at whoever it was, and instead it was just a figure that wrapped their arms around me. All I saw was a grey sweatshirt. 

I didn't hug back, I didn't even get to see the persons face?

Until they pulled back, of course.

I look up and those medium colored blue eyes are staring down on mine.

Hmm, medium. That's a new shade I haven't seen.

But then the reality of the situation slams back in my head as I stare back up at him. "What the hell Niall?" I throw my hands up, a habit I've had since ever when yelling at someone. I needed hand gestures.

The medium shade is gone. Dark is back. Dark, blue.