Rekindled --ON HOLD--

07

I chuckled at him and began devouring my pancakes, just as the doorbell rang...

I gasped as Niall jumped up in surprise. "Who's that?" I whispered harshly at him, tiptoeing to stand behind him. He shrugged, slightly fazed.

He looked back at me. "Stay back." I nodded feverishly, putting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, and I smiled a small smile, trying to portray the image that I was not scared. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips but then vanished as quickly as it had shown up. 

He moved towards the door slowly, my hand still on his shoulder as I shuffled behind him. As we neared the door, he picked up a tennis racket from the floor, and passed me a vase. He looked at me with slight concern in his blue eyes. "If the guy, or whatever it is, attacks, aim for the head." I moved my head up and down a little, as he crouched down, and I followed en suite. He reached out to turn the doorknob, and I prepared my voice to scream.

"Deck the halls, with boughs of holly!" the group sang loudly with enthusiasm. I looked at Niall; Niall looked at me. And we burst out laughing. Niall moved closer to the choir and clapped and I clapped along with him. I started to sing with them and soon Niall's voice drifted into the groups too. His eyes met mine and he grabbed my hands and twirled me around, bubbles of laughter erupting from my lips, as my fingers tingled at his soft touch. The choir kept singing and we kept dancing as the song came to a close. Niall and I bowed and the choir group cheered.

"Thank you for that," I said to the group, as they waved as they left. Niall shut the door and turned to me with a big smile etched onto his lips, a really beautiful and contagious one to be exact, and I found myself mirroring his impression. "No wasn't that fun?" he asked me, and I nodded my head enthusiastically. "Come, Carol," he said simply, tugging at my hand and leading me into the living room. He walked to the TV as I gazed outside to check if it was snowing. No, not yet.

As Niall turned around from fiddling with the TV remote, music seeped out of the speakers; christmas music. Niall walked up to me, and bowed down and put out a hand invitingly, mimicking a handsome prince, with an emphasis on the handsome, and said in a posh accent, "A dance, if you'd please, Madam." Giggles escaped my lips as I placed my hand delicately into his large, yet comfortingly warm hand. "That would be lovely kind Sir."

'Mistletoe' was playing in the background as we moved around the room gracefully, and a smile took hostage of my lips, as I slowly placed my head on Niall's chest. From under the warm shirt which he was wearing, I could hear his heart beating steadily, whereas mine was probably audibly loud. I didn't remember being so at peace before, especially around Niall. He seemed slightly different from who I thought he had become. Maybe he hadn't changed. Maybe he was still the old Niall, the Niall who was there when I fell over in the park and helped me get cleaned up, the Niall that wiped away my tears when I cried, the Niall that laughed at me and with me, the Niall who I had grown up to fall in love with. But alas, I was probably dreaming, and besides, I didn't love him like that. But what if I did?

I lifted my head slightly to see Niall's blue orbs gazing softly into my grey ones. Justin Bieber's voice drifted away in the background, and we were just two teenagers, one of us probably hopelessly in love with the other, looking at each other.

'I don't wanna miss out on the holidays, but I can't stop staring at your face,' Justin Bieber sang as we stared into each other's eyes.

Something drifted in his eyes, something that looked a lot like desire, and I bet my own eyes portrayed that exact emotion, as Niall moved dangerously closer to me, his ocean orbs flickering down to my lips then moving to my eyes again, asking permission for something. What if he kisses me? Then I remembered, my rule of staying away from him. He's not who you think he is Carol. Don't get ahead of yourself here. He's still the jerk you hated all your teenage life.

I pulled away, a blush covering my face. I dared not to look up at Niall, what he must think of me; he deserved some respect or gratefulness after being such a great host for a night and half-day. Slowly lifting my eyes to his face, a saw a frown upon his beautifully chiseled face.

"What's wrong Carol?" he queried, as I looked anywhere but at him. What should I say in a situation like this; I wish there could be a book about how to act around guys you may-or-may-not be in love with.

"Uh-nothing. I just...should be heading home around now, so, thanks for everything. You know like the food and the movies and stuff." I babbled, slightly embarrassed by my weak attempt to get away from the boy standing before me. I moved around to the sofa to collect my phone and walked to the door. Niall reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Carol, wait." I turned slightly, not lifting my gaze. "Yes," I murmured quietly, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

"You can stay here you know, till your parents come back tomorrow. And isn't the heating a bit funny at your house?" he asked as I slowly brought my eyes to his face. He didn't want me to leave; it was clear on his face. Yet, being the weird, stubborn girl I was, I said, "No, I should leave, like, I need to wash my hair, yes, it's like gross, so...." Niall's eyes flicked up to my hair and then back to my face.

"You could always shower here, and you said yesterday that you didn't know where the thermostat was." God, couldn't this boy get a hint. I didn't want to hang around, his closeness was doing something to my head. I stepped away from him, making his hand drop from my arm, leaving a tingly sensation behind.

"Listen, I need to go. Tonight was a one time only thing, okay? I need to go home, I just need to." Guilt bubbled inside me as I saw hurt pass through his eyes, but he covered it up with annoyance.

"Fine, go, just don't come asking for my help when a scary monster comes up from behind you." He scolded, a scowl playing on his lips. The nerve, who did he think he was, being rude about my afraidness -is that even a word?- of monsters. I jabbed a finger in his chest. "You're exactly how I thought you were, you...you...JERK" I hissed, turning to leave the house, making sure to slam the door behind me.

The last words I heard before I left were Justin Bieber singing, 'Kiss me underneath the mistletoe, show me baby that you love me so.'

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Sup people! New chapter so please vote and comment on what you thought about it, and any guesses of what might happen next.

And just to say the dare hunter is on the loose again (aka me) and has been up to her usual pranks again. Basically, this time, on the last day of school, me and a couple of friends headed down to Starbucks to celebrate the end of the term, and I got dared to go up to this guy in the queue and criticize 'his hat'. Obviously, the guy wasn't actually wearing a hat- it was just to make me sound like a nuthead. So I went up to this guy and tapped his shoulder. Turns out this guy is smokin hot ....why does this always happen to me? I say," I dont like your hat." all smugly like i have made the most important statement in the universe. And he stares at e like some freak while my friends laugh really loudly. He says, " I'm not wearing a hat" and I say, " I know.I still dont like it." and he goes," oh, that hat, I dont like it much either, but i'll remember not to wear this hat again." and I go all 'what??' but in my head. And then i get to talk to this guy for the rest of my trip to Starbucks, and i get his number too!!! :P

Well, there you have it, a day in the life of an awesome and somewhat crazy author! If I ever do anymore pranks, i'll make sure to keep u guyz updated.

But for now, adios amigos

khoula xoxoxoxox