Be My Mascot

Chapter 59

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Chapter 59

Bailey's POV

The following four days went by in a blink of an eye. The first week of my trip to Ireland was just about complete. I still had seven more days until I would pack up and fly back home to Oxford. Honestly, I don't want to go home. I don't want to face my mum and dad who don't necessarily approve of Niall.

They annoy me so much in the fact that they think Niall has bad intentions with me. Before they found out that he was living in the same dorm room as me, they thought he was great and nice. Yet after my dad found out, their opinions drastically altered and now every time I bring Niall up they probably think of this bad boy jock who just wants to get in their daughter's pants.

I don't know what further more I can tell them until they understand that the man whom they liked and approved of is the same man as the one who lived with me. There was -and still is- no difference.

Damn stubborn parents.

Not much happened in the four quick days. It rained most of the time, but one day we had a nice and sunny afternoon. That was yesterday.

Today is just the same, if not better. The sun was shining all day long, drying up the wetness from the storms. I hadn't gotten out much through that time so I decided to go on a run. That allowed me an excuse to explore Mullingar more thoroughly.

After eating a quick lunch, I trot upstairs to Niall's bedroom to change. He's laid there on the bed, back pressed up against the wooden headboard as his fingers strum together on the guitar that is resting on his right leg.

He looks up at me once I enter the room, shutting and locking the door behind me.

"I'm going on a run," I explain, crouching down by my suitcase and rummaging through it to try and find something suitable to wear as fitness clothing.

Niall nods at my question, looking back down at the guitar with not a single word. The music continues to lightly play. He really is talented. I haven't gotten the privilege of hearing him play very often, so when I do, I like to watch him. The way his eyebrows crease together in a line of concentration, or the soft hums that barely fall from his closed lips. He looks so young and beautiful.

Yet quiet. Too quiet.

"Are you okay?" I softly ask, looking up from the ground with a pair of spandex shorts in my hand. Niall's head glances over at me seconds later.

"Huh?" He questions in a dazed tone, obviously distracted.

"I asked if you were okay. You seem kinda quiet."

"Oh.. yeah I'm fine."

He doesn't sound convincing. Something's on his mind, I can tell.

But I decide to let it go. He must not want to talk about it since he's withholding the truth from me.

I mumble an okay under my breath before digging through my bag again. All of the clothes and belongings I brought with me from England are still in here. Niall offered a part of his closet and a few drawers for me to use, but I declined. I'm only visiting for two weeks and I don't want to use up his space. So I left everything in my suitcase.

Failing to find a clean shirt that isn't fancy or too decent for sweat to stick to, I stand up with a sigh. I mean, I could just run in a sports bra. Settling my decision, I snatch a fresh sports bra from my second bag and start to strip off my clothing.