The next day I stayed home from school. Mom was mad at me for skipping but after I faked a fever, she let it slide. By 8am she was oh the door. I pulled my sleeves down to my fingers and held the cuffs tightly. 'I hate myself.' Was all I could think about all morning. My phone started to ring. 'School already started, the heck?' It was Niall. I sent it to voicemail and listened..."Hey, y/n. Where are you? I wish you were here. I know you're mad at me but I really want to help. Could I come over after school? Call me." Then it went silent. I was eventually going to forgive Niall and I was halfway there but, would I be willing to hold a conversation withe him? I decided to let him come. •••• "Why weren't you at school today?" Niall asked. I wasn't about to tell him why. "I woke up with a fever. I decided to skip." I kept nervously pulling at my sleeves and Niall eyed me suspiciously. "I was worried about you." He said. "Ya. I'm," I paused. I always kept my pain a secret but looking at Niall, I thought I could trust him. "fine. I'm fine." Looking at his soft blue eyes and concerned expression, I knew Niall cared. In that moment, I decided to forgive him.
