Undeniable | n.h DISCONTINUED

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

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Niall's POV

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As we all sat at the kitchen table laughing at how Louis managed to get syrup all over his face -Harry had made pancakes after they had found me and Sky, you know- and was desperately trying to lick it off, I though about how much I loved these boys. I had been through a lot with them, and I can't believe we are where we are today. I mean none of it couldn't have happened without our fans of course, I fucking love our fans. They're so dedicated to the fandom it just... gah it just makes me feel very loved.

"Whoever's idea it was to put syrup on my pancakes, I fucking hate you." Louis says annoyed while rubbing at his face.

"Lou it was your idea," Sky giggles. "You put the syrup on your own food dipshidiot." The whole table goes silent as we stare at her in wonder of this new word. She stops laughing after a couple of seconds and gets this creeped out look on her face. Her oh-so-kissable looking lips part and she quietly states, "Why are you all looking at me like I'm a goddess or something?"

Because you are. My annoying subconscious says. I push the tiny voice back and clear my throat.

"Because we've never heard of the term 'dipshidiot' before." I say, trying the word out.

"Oh. Well it's a mix between a dipshit and an idiot." she says straightforwardly. Louis and Harry (at the same time, might I add) place a hand over their heart and put a hurt expression on their faces. How pathetic.

Who was I kidding? we were all pathetic little shits.

Looking over at Sky, I sat and admired her while she wasn't looking.

Beautiful.

B E A U T I F U L.

I think that she gave that word a new meaning.

The way her soft, brown curls slightly fell into her face every time she turned her head, and the way she would push them out of the way annoyed. Her bright blue eyes that looked like they could pierce right through my very soul. Her smile - literally - lit up the world around her an I swear to god if she was an angel, I'd kill myself just to see her in heaven everyday of my entirety.

From the corner of my eye, I see Liam staring at me. I look at him and see him smiling knowingly, obviously he had seen me staring at her. He winks at me and I begin to blush as he glances back over at Sky, then looks back to me. Taking the chance I turn and look at her again, and thankfully, she's looking away.

All of a sudden, she whips her head around and is staring me straight in the eye. The whole table erupts onto a chorus of 'Ohhhhs' and 'she caught you' s. I couldn't help but blush as they began teasing me.

"Whatever," I groan, standing up. "I am so done." I pick up my plate and head to the kitchen and then to my room.

Sitting down on my bed, I stare blankly at the wall in front of me. My mood had suddenly changed and now instead of feeling happy and bubbly, like a unicorn shitting Nutella or something, I now felt empty inside. Not sad, but not happy either. Huh.

My thoughts once again wander to the pretty blue eyed brunette sitting downstairs. And no, I'm not talking about Louis.

She consumed my thought at the moment.

Had I been able to change her mind about wanting to be with me with that kiss?

Probably not.

Was I going to give up on trying to get

her?

Fuck no.

Sky's POV

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As Louis tried wiping the syrup off of his face, I couldn't help but laugh at this strange group of boys - men - that I called my idols. They were so caring and sweet and funny....I'm just grateful they let me stay. Who wouldn't be I mean really?

Still wiping his face, Louis asks with a glare, Whoever's idea it was to put syrup on my pancakes, I fucking hate you." The whole table cracks up at his stupidity and he glares even more.

"Lou it was your idea, you put the syrup on your own food dipshidiot." I say in between giggles and as the last word escapes my lips, the boys fall silent around me and begin to stare at me like I'm a queen.

Oh who am I kidding I am a queen.

If only Louis heard that thought..... I say to myself.

"Why are you all looking at me like I'm a goddess or something?" I notice Niall looking at me but I brush it off. Can't blame him, I'm fucking sexy. Just kidding that's not me.

"Because we've never heard of the term 'dipshidiot' before." I hear the familiar Irish accent say from my left. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to explain it to him, I reply with, "Oh well it's a mix between a dipshit and an idiot."

Almost immediately Lou and Hazza put a hand over their heart and a hurt expression on their faces. I can't help but burst out laughing at how adorably cute and whiny this is.

"That is just too sad you guys." I say. Zayn and Liam are trying to hold in the smiles, but fail miserably as they consume their entire beautiful faces.

The table breaks up I to various conversations between the boys and I sit silently, staring at my plate and Beamon like an idiot. A piece of hair escapes from behind my ear and I tuck it back into place, thinking about just how badly Chelsea was going to kill me when I got home.

All of a sudden I hear Niall mutter an incoherent 'whatever' and watch as he walks off towards the stairs.

"What crawled up his pants?" I ask, wondering why he left.

"You." Harry replies with yet another cheeky grin. I swear I'm gonna beat this boy with a cactus.