My Secret Admirer

Chapter 10

*-Rachel's P.O.V.-*

Me and Niall attempt to retrace our steps from where we came. I wish I wouldn't have wondered this far off. I guess we just got a little out of hand while chatting and arguing with each other.

Niall looks over at me with a softer expression than normal, "Are you, uh, better now?"

I nod, but stay silent. I had so many thoughts running through my head that I couldn't even find the words to speak anyway. Most of the thoughts consisted of how mad Mom was going to be. She was probably home by now. Who knows what she thought when she came home to a burnt down kitchen and fire trucks surrounding the whole street in front of us. And to make it worse, I wasn't even there, which probably made her 100x angrier.

"My mom is going to be so angry." I mutter quietly.

Niall replies almost immediately, "I'll take the blame."

"No," I say, "I can't let you do that. It was my fault anyway."

He contemplates for a moment, "But if I wouldn't have shown up, that wouldn't have happened."

That keeps me quiet. I didn't want to disagree with him, because I knew it was true. But I wasn't going to tell him that. I've already told him that countless times today, I'm sure he doesn't want to hear me complain about it again.

I look up from the ground and notice a familiar house sitting in the distance down the street.

"My house!" I nearly shout with joy. I had no clue what time it was. Hopefully it wouldn't be too late, or else Mom will be completely ticked.

"Yay." Niall says sarcastically. I look over and he's playing with his lip ring between his fingers, rolling it around.

"Did that hurt?" I ask before realizing the words were slipping out of my mouth.

"What?"

"The lip ring."

He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, "Oh, nah. Pain is a good thing though."

"What do you mean?" I ask as we slowly approach my house, getting closer to it, the anticipation growing.

"You know, pain? I think it's good to feel pain every once in awhile. I got this whenever I was pissed off at somebody, and it helped relieve my tension."

I stare at him, speechless. I still didn't quite understand what he meant by that. How is pain good? The only pain I experience is cramps. And why would you get a lip piercing to relieve tension when you were mad at someone? I just go off walking somewhere when I get mad.

"Oh." I say. We finally approach my house. The fire trucks had finally left. But there was lights on inside the house.

I gulp. That means Mom is home and she's going to kill me.

"I don't want to go in there." I admit to Niall.

He laughs and starts walking away, "Send me a message on AIM and tell me how it goes."

"You're just going to leave me here to die?" I ask jokingly. Then I realize how desperate I sound and immediately wish I could take back the words.

"Basically." he says and walks down the street to his house. I take a deep breath and walk up the sidewalk and slowly open the front door.

"Rachel, is that you?" I hear my Mom say from the living room. CRAP I mutter to myself. How did she hear me? I was being so quiet. Or so I thought.

She strolls out if the living room and stands directly in front of me, putting a hand on her hip.

"What happened here today?"

I hesitate, "Its a long story."

"Well you better make time to tell me because you're already in trouble." she says sternly.

I sigh, and begin to tell her what happened today.

*-Niall's P.O.V.-*

I wish Rachel would hurry up and send me a message on AIM. I've been waiting 30 fucking minutes. I hate waiting for something that I'm expecting to happen, and it never happens.

We seemed to get along a lot better as the evening went on. By the end of the night, we were talking almost as if we were friends. I'd say that's definitely some improvement from where we were before.

Mom knocks on my door and quietly opens it and I quickly shut the lid on my laptop down, "Did Rachel get home okay?"

"Yes. Now get out of my room." I say harshly.

"Honey, please, don't be so rude," she hesitates before speaking as she walks into my room and sits down on the bed. What the fuck?

"I wanted to ask you something."

Rachel is probably sending me a message and I can't even respond to it.

"Okay."

"Are you and Rachel, um.."

I interrupt her, "Shit, no! Can you just leave?"

"You're not dating her?" she asks abruptly.

"Shit mom, no!" I suddenly become angry as my temper starts to rise.

"You've been spending an awful lot of time with her. I just wanted to know.."

"Only because you asked me to go check on her earlier, fuck!" I stand up furiously, trying to intimidate her to leave. But she doesn't budge. She just places her hands down onto her lap.

"Do you like her?"

I slam my fist into the wall without thinking, "Shit mom, no! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't fucking like her and I'm not dating her!"

Her eyes widen at the place I left in the wall. Her expression saddens and she slowly stands up, "I wish you would learn to control your temper." then she sadly walks out, her shoulders slightly slumped over.

What the fuck was that even about? Why does she just suddenly come prancing in my room asking if I'm dating Rachel? I don't even want to date her. Okay, maybe a part of me does, but another part of me doesn't because she acts so prissy, like she's better than everyone else. And I can't fucking stand it.

I open my laptop back up and check for any new messages. None. I'm seriously about to lose my temper if she doesn't send anything soon. I don't know why I wanted her to AIM me so badly. Maybe because I asked her to, and she told me she would?

I open up a new tab on the Internet and type in YouTube. Maybe listening to music could get my mind off of things.

A/N: sorry for a short update, but hey, at least I updated! Please tell people about this story, I would love to get more reads on it :)

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