The next day of school was torture.
I barely talked to Niall, even though I had to sit at his table during lunch. It was awfully awkward. I just sat there while all 5 boys, Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry chatted up a storm.
I started crying at one point. Liam came over to hug me but I brushed him off and walked to the bathroom. I saw the hurt on Niall's face because he knew why I was crying. I felt bad but I also enjoyed that pain. Evil sounding I know.
I hate being mad at Niall. He so sweet and kind I can't stay mad at him for long. He's so funny when he talks with his mouth full of food (which happens a lot) He loves me for who I am and he always happy around me and I'm happy around him.
Plus he's Niall Horan.
So back to my day it was awful. I had to sit next to him in english today like everyday. He passed me a note and I took it but then threw it into the basket. I'm good at basketball so that explains how I made that.
I never want to know what that note says.
