Niall's Point of View
We'd been sitting in my car for twenty minutes, just talking, it was surprisingly easy. It was nice to just talk, to just hold a conversation with someone with substance. That's what Noelle had, substance, she had details, even if she didn't share them. I knew she was deeper then she had lead on but I wasn't going to push anything. We barely know each other, after all.
I've been biting my tongue all night to not ask her about the bruises, I can tell every time I ask her something she gets a little tense, probably assuming I would. How do you even ask someone about that? Hey, how'd you get the black eye? That's rude.
Doesn't mean my curiosity wasn't killing me, because it was. I was just trying to think of a way to talk about it.
"Your dad? Where is he right now?" I ask, remembering that she said she lived with him. I never asked her about her mom, usually if someone doesn't bring someone else up - it probably wasn't a good relationship.
She looks at the front of her house then back at me, her hands in her lap, playing with the bottom of her sweater.
"Business trip." She says with a small smile and I nod.
"So besides working and caring for your brother, what do you really do?" I ask her, I'd asked her a similar question at the restaurant but she said 'nothing'. I didn't believe her.
She hums in response, tapping her chin in thought. I could watch her all night, in all honesty. She was so interesting. She was also so beautiful. I promised myself that if we never worked out, which I hope we would, that I'd still bare a friendship with her because she's the type of person you want to be friends with.
"I... I box." She says and my eyebrows furrow at her. She stares at me, and I stare back. She isn't kidding is she? That explains the bruises and black eye. That's quite surprising, I didn't even think of that.
"You look surprised." She says, her teeth biting into her bottom lip and I shrug, a chuckle slipping from my lips.
"I didn't take you for a fighter... That must explain the.." I don't finish but instead just point at my face, referencing to hers and she nods, her lips in a tight smile.
"Yeah... I lost at my last comp..." She says and I nod. That's so cool. I knew this girl was intriguing, something was telling me that she was just full of different layers.
"That's cool, not that you lost but the fact that you fight, I have to see you box one day." I joke, and she lets out a laugh, her head looking down then back at me.
"Yeah, one day." She says and I nod, a smile on my lips. I didn't peg her at all as a fighter or someone remotely active, she's not out of shape or anything, I'd just assumed she was naturally fit, naturally beautiful.
The car falls silent, minus the car radio thats humming quietly. We both stare in front of us, our eyes on her house. Only one light is on and I assume her brother is sleeping. If I ask to come in is that too straightforward? Of course it is.
I just don't want the night to end.
"I had a really good time tonight." Noelle starts out and I turn to her, nodding. I guess it's ending now.
"I did too, maybe we could do this again?" I ask her and she looks at me, her eyes contemplating her decision.
"Sure..." She says and I smile, putting my hand on the steering wheel to occupy my overly excited thoughts that I'd in fact be seeing Noelle again.
"Great, before you go, let me get your number." I tell her and she nods, taking my phone and typing in her number. I watch as she types her name into the phone and hands it back to me.
