The Bakery Girl // n.h

Chapter 28: Facination

Bel's P.O.V:

I ran towards his apartment door, dragging my weak legs by every step of the way. I was standing in front of his apartment, my shaky hands knocked on the door, silence took over as soon as I dropped my hands to my sides. Few moments later, no answer. I knocked again but silence and my own heavy breathing is the only sound you can hear. Where could he be? I tried calling him but he haven't responded, where is he?

Then I heard a slight creak, knowing it's either the wooden floor that lies underneath me or somebody had exited their apartment. I looked at my right, only to find a young teen, looking at me with sympathy in his crystal hazel-brown eyes.

"Hi there" I smiled lightly, waving at him, hoping that he'd react with a greet or a friendly introduction .

"Hey, looking for Niall?" He asked quietly. My eyes widened and I didn't hesitate to nod in his direction. He smiled nervously and stepped out of his apartment.

"He left to some bakery he work at. He said that he had some work there, and you are?" He asked questioningly, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip formed a slight pout.

"I'm Bel. His girlfriend" I said and he smiled wider, a hint of amuse sparked into his hazel-brown eyes.

"Your the famous Bel? I'm honored! Niall have spoke a lot about you, I should've known" He said, his lips twitched into a frown afterwards.

"But why have you guys fought?" He asked, his frown made me realize that they were actually close friends.

"It's a long story, but I have to find him. But thank you" I thanked him and started to walk away until I realized I had forgotten something.

"Hey, I never knew your name" I said and he smiled slyly at my direction.

"Zayn"

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He was there. Sitting on the bench across from the bakery, his phone in his hands. My attendance haven't changed lot; he looked so peaceful. I started walking towards him, hoping that he wouldn't notice until I sit next to him; my little plan was a major success.

I sat beside him, his shoulders brushing mine softly as he lifted his tensed gaze from his phone, his eyes landed on mine. His eyes widens in fascination as he saw me, siting beside him, a smile painted across my face.

"What are you doing h-here?" He asked, stuttering like the first time we met. I smiled wider at the memory, he's still that cute and shy Irish boy I met a few months before. But now, he looks like he was sucked out of life. He looked dull; his pale face no more wearing his cheery smile, and that worried me.

"I came to mail an apology of mine" I confess, looking to him straight in the eyes. He looked so dull; all the fun seemed to be drained out of him. Wet cheeks were obvious to see, was he crying. A tear rolled down his cheek, am I the cause of this dryness?

"Before 6 years, my life has lost it's color. Black and white is the only ink that my life has written with. But with your attendance in my life, the colors were slowly coming back, making the black and white ink fade away. I liked my colored life, very much I did. It's like I was a dying rose that was trying to survive for years until you decided to shower me with water, making my scent and colorful petals come back to life. So when you said that, I felt worthless because after all you've done, after you showered me with love and believe, making this dying rose grow, all I did was made you doubt. Although I don't want to loose the colors due to the dullness stage I was once on, yet you made me upset by doubting because you knows that my live is only reserved for you. God, am I really this messed up? Tears were threading to escape my eyes, trying hard to find an escape. I tried holding them back but there was no use; they wanted to escape myself. Those tears are represented as your waters when you showered me, now that your gone, I'm starting to drain out of water, starting to slip into my dullness stage once again. Without you showering me with love and believe, I'll return to dull Bel, and I don't want to because I love you. From all my heart, I sincerely do. I didn't mean to mess up this chance but his doubt made me rethink everything, reaching to a knowledge of mine that you tried to save me but I pushed him away. Afraid that one day, you'll stop showering me with love and believe and I'll return to be the lonely dying rose left; 'cause the others are already in love. I was afraid you'll leave me, Niall. I was afraid you'll leave as they did..." I cry out. The vivid memory was now clouding my mind making me cry harder as I suddenly wrapped my arms around Niall's chest, allowing my tears to soak into his shirt. He didn't seem to mind since all he did was stroke my hair in silence.

For a few moments, I thought this was a nightmare. Because Niall would never leave me. He promised me, yeah? So he wouldn't break his promise, would he?

"You know, I wasn't the only gardener in this story" He spoke and I looked up him, in confusion and gave him my full attention at once.

"I may have helped you smile, I may have helped you laugh, but do you really think that you haven't done anything in return? You made me grow too Bel..." He sighed deeply and I stared at him, still in confusion.

"My brother, Greg, he died in a car accident when I was 4. The driver was too drunk to notice Greg whom was just trying to get his ball out from the street. My parents were at each other's throat since then. My parents got divorced when I was 5, my mother married this jerk who not only was an alcoholic, but used to abuse us both. One day, I got really mad and punched him. It felt good; for a short moment, it did. But my power wasn't violence, it never was. My mother told me that she didn't want to see me again because I caused pain to him. So I left; as easy as that. But what hurt me the most that... Although my. father left, I always had my mother to remind me how much she loved me and how much she cared. But after all these years, she had easily let go of the end of the rope, making me fall hard on the ground. I thought I was loved, I always considered that my father left because of me, but my mother told me the exact opposite. I came to realization that I'm a fuck-up and that they bought me was their biggest mistake. So I always thought I was a crisis; until you came by. You showered me with love and care, you made me believe for once that there is a possibility for someone to love me. So we are both dying rose who helped each other for their own risk, yet, they unexpectedly fell in love. We're not alone anymore rose. We aren't dying anymore. With you beside me, I'll be in good hands because I know you'd never stop caring about me. And with myself beside you, I can only promise the best for you because I know I would never stop loving you, never..." He spoke, his eyes as the same level as mine and his lips were so soft. I immediately crashed my lips on his and it only took him seconds to react.

This is right. Being beside him is right. Being able to hold him and kiss him whenever I want is right. Nothing is wrong here; we're two dying roses trying to help each other. And we will make it, I promise that we will make it.

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Who thought that Niall had a dark past too?! Definitely me ;)

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Until next time,

Dana x