"Worst memory?" He asks and I suck in a breath. I had too many bad memories to chose from... How could I possibly pick just one?
"Um..." I start out, thinking of something to feed him, I knew he wanted to dig deeper into me. I knew Niall was curious.
"When my dad found me kissing my boyfriend in my garage." I answer her, stifling a smile and he lets out a chuckle but then it fades quickly.
"What happened?" He asks but his voice is cautious, and low. His jaw locked.
I pretend to ponder over the memory, shaking my head as I speak. "Grounded, but at the time that was some serious shit." I tell him and let out an awkward laugh afterwards.
He nods, his mouth is pulled tightly in a line and his eyes are digging holes into my face.
"You?" I ask back, wanting to take the pressure off me.
He looks at his cup and then back at me.
"My parents divorce. Worst thing ever." He says with a slight chuckle and I frown. I thought Niall would come from a 'perfect' family... something about him just always gave me that vibe.
"Oh... I'm sorry-"
"It's fine, they just fell out of love when I was young." He says, lifting his eyes to mine and I nod, unsure of what to say.
My mom left us. My dad beats me. Nothing is the same between us.
"Yeah, I get it." I tell him and he just stares at me. His eyes saying more then he could ever.
"How long have you been single?" Niall asks and I remember that were still playing twenty questions.
"Several years... I'd say since I was..." I squint my eyes trying to recall the last boy I actually dated. "Fifteen."
Niall's eyebrows raise in shock, his elbows leaning against his knees as he leans forward.
"Your kidding me right?" He says and I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head.
"Not kidding you." He mutters a wow under his breath.
"Why is that so shocking?" I ask, genuinely curious. I feel like I'm the perfect candidate to be single and lonely forever.
"I don't know, because your really fun to be around and incredibly beautiful." Niall says and I look away, my cheeks heating up instantly.
I chuckle, scratching at my neck. "I don't know about that." I shake my head bashfully. If Niall only knew.
He's still staring at me, except he's moved closer, his arm on my top of my chairs armrest. I feel my pulse quicken.
"You don't think your beautiful?" He asks softly and I gulp, finally meeting his gaze.
I shrug. "Not with the bruises." I whisper without thinking. I lose my breath when he reaches his hand against my cheek, pushing a few strands back.
"Bruises go away." He says but his voice is so much lower and he's so much closer. I can smell his cologne and the beer he's drank. I hate that the smell reminds me of my father.
"Scars don't." I mumble back quietly, sucking in a breath when Niall's face is deathly close to mine. I try not to wince.
His eyes go from my lips to my eyes in permission and I want to nod but unsure if I can even move, my whole body is frozen but oh so warm, burning as our bodies get nearer. Part of me was completely terrified. What if Niall doesn't stop? What if he's just like my dad?
