This Love is Ours [n.h]

[12] Heart to Heart talk

Author's Note:

I'm back guys! It's been a really really long time since I last updated and that I would like to apologize. Wattpad seems to be hating us because our books keeps on having glitches and my case was having wattpad rate this book Restricted which was such a big deal because it made my book non-existent to the public.

So, given a second chance by means of reporting the situation, I kinda cleaned the story and edited a LOT of parts which I would like to inform you guys to read back so you can catch up.

P.S. This is not really an update bc I know this was published before but I'm publishing it once more bc of the said adjustments. Pls cope up with that guys. Huge thanks!

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Nicole Switzherbert

   A day from now is already our big day. It's been days since we've been practicing hardcore as Adele's backup dancer which gives me days of coming home very late as well. Liza has postponed her classes in the afternoon so we can start early but the way back home was giving me eternity to do so.

   Downtown was kilometers away far from our house so Zach and I have to walk always back to our city, for no transportation such as taxi cabs or buses routes around here this late. Just the citizens' own cars.

   Well they say our place was kinda prestigious before and all citizens who lives by owns a house and a car. And to my part the house was the only thing I can get proud of living in there.

   Sneakily, I walked on my tiptoes and carefully entered the front door. The whole house was quiet and no one even dared to turn the dimlights on just in case I arrive home during their sleep. I threw my house keys somewhere near the sofa, but it bung over again back to me. Literally to me, that it landed on my chest.

   Almost freaking out believing that it's a ghost, the table lamp turned on showing a sleepy Niall, sitting on the couch. His face drew a serious expression, "Home late again?" he asked.

   I sighed in relief, "Yeah. Practice." I replied in an awkward tone. The kiss was still playing in my mind even before I go to sleep. I went to the kitchen to get some coffee, and take butchers at that cute box sitting on the counter. At the same time avoiding his precious glaring gaze.

   "You could've ring someone you'll be coming home late. I even insisted to wait." To be honest, I didn't like his tone. He was acting like I was obligated to tell him everything that happens to me when in reality he isn't even my boyfriend.

   Rolling my eyes, I suddenly fired him with what I was thinking, "I didn't asked you to." then he stood up, scoffed like I was being rude to him. Well, I was on the right track. I never asked him to wait, I can handle my life on my own. "No one asked you to wait for me. Just like you said — you insisted." I added, emphasising the last two words on his face while I poke his chest with my point finger.

   Then I turned around feeling my pony-tailed hair hitting his frame. I walked away but he again came after me and spoke, "Well you know what," he turned me forcefully. His voice echoing around every corner of the house.

   He stepped towards me, leaning over my small height  "Maybe you could ask someone to help you appreciate someone's efforts. Especially the ones who cared about you the most," then he walked past my shoulders and went to climb up the stairs, his foot stomping against the floor and the door slamming loudly shut before him.

   I feel like screaming right now! Like how could he say that to me? I know he's right but at the first place I already said no but he still pushed, that already should be his fault not mine. Now I lost my appetite too.