What's wrong with Niall?
Has he been...... crying?
Why?
"Niall?" I softly say.
All of the anger that was once stirring in my blood has just disappeared. I cared for Niall more than I did about what my mother would say if she found out that it wasn't actually me who was texting her.
Niall doesn't reply. His head still buried in his hands.
"Niall, please tell me what's wrong. Why are you like this?" I ask a bit more concerned.
What could possibly have happened to make a guy like Niall be this emotional in order for his to be crying.
He finally moves. Staring at me with those bloodshot eyes. Still filled with tears. Tears are stained down his checks and he looks like a mess. A hot mess. Even though he may look like a mess, he is still absolutely gorgeous.
"Sorry" is all he says with his croaky voice.
"Sorry for what?" I'm confused.
Why has he just instantly apologizing for something that I don't even know that he's done.
..
Oh wait...
That's right.
My phone, the texts. That's why.
I completely forgot about that because of the state that Niall was is. I just forgot everything at that one moment.
"Never mind. But why?" I quickly jump in before he reminds me of what he did.
Niall wipes his tears and fills a glass up with water. He offers me a glass but I reject it. I just want to know the reason why.
He walks out for the kitchen and over to the lounge room. I quickly follow behind. His strides are so big and I struggle to keep up with him.
As we reach the lounge room, we both sit on opposite sides of the room.
To be honest, I don't really know if I want to be near him right now.
Who knows what else he could steal from me and how else he can pretend to be me.
"Please let me explain everything to you." Niall finally says after being in silence for ages. Awkward silence it was.
"Go on. But you have to tell me the whole truth about why. Okay?" I reply to Niall.
"Okay" he quietly says.
I don't know what to expect to hear from him, but I'm hoping that I'm able to understand why he did it. I really want to be friends with him, but him stealing my phone and being me to my mother isn't really a great start to a friendship.

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That One Night
FanfictionSophia is a sweet, loving 19 year old girl. But this one boy tests her kind heart. Will she survive. That one night that changed her planned life.