More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Thalia's POV

It's Monday. I hurriedly take a shower before heading downstairs to demolish whatever my Mum would prepare for me for my breakfast. As soon as I'm done eating, I go get Niall at their house and together we go to school.

I still haven't forgotten what happened at Alliyah's party last Saturday. From Niall checking her out; to Niall leaving me on the couch just to seat beside her ―how dare him, though; to Marc giving me that drink which I don't like the taste yet I still drank it; to the game and my question which I answered with a freaking wrong one because I was in a roller coaster of emotions of Alliyah's consequence; and to me running away not really because I was feeling sick but I saw Niall holding Alliyah's hand ever so tightly. I couldn't help it, so I thought that leaving the party so soon was a good idea before I'd breakdown in front of them. Yet Niall ran after me, and I am glad. And he even went home with me even if he was enjoying his moment with Alliyah, he still chose me over her which made me feel guilty because of my answer to the question I had picked. Wait, why would I breakdown?

"You okay?" Niall worriedly ask while we're walking at the corridor.

"I was just thinking ..."

"About what?" He ask and I look at him. I was just thinking about what happened on Saturday. My subconscious snaps.

"Idk?" I utter.

"Wow! You're so weird today." He laughs and I join in.

"Might as well." I stuck my tongue out a him.

"Crazy!" He calls me that while mimicking my gesture earlier. I groan carelessly and it made him smile. "Oh! Don't forget my game later, okay?!" He practically yell at me before we head to our classes. And I nod. "Be there, lucky charm." He winks before he totally disappear into his classroom.

* * * * *

I seat on the bleachers just exactly before the football friendly game starts. I'm alone today which is odd.

"Thalia." Someone calls me. I turn around to face him and of course, it's Marc. I groan mentally but shrug it off just for the sake that I have a company now. I fake a smile at him. "Hi." He smiles back as he seat next to me and I nod before putting my attention to the game.

"Oh, there you are!" Someone from the other side practically yell towards us. This time, it's a girl. Alliyah?! Okay, this is going to be awkward. "Oh my god, I'm so excited to see Niall playing. It's my first time to see him playing, actually." She squeals.

Yah, because you just noticed him now. A voice inside of me bitterly say. "I'm excited too."

"Here it is. It's gonna start now!" Marc announces as the referee blow his whistle.

* * * * *

"That was great, mate." Marc informs Niall after the game has ended. Our school won, of course. He then stands up to do their own way of shaking hands. Thank God I'm not anymore squeezed between Alliyah and him.

"Thanks."

"Nia―" I'm cut off by Alliyah passing over me making me to flinch backwards a little bit which takes Niall aback with her gesture. Good thing Marc is there to help me stabilize myself again. Marc obviously isn't happy with her gesture too. None of us was. I thanked him but then looks away.

"It was awesome, Niall!" Alliyah giggles and hugs Niall. Really? Is it necessary to hug him? I insult mentally. Stop flirting! My subconscious all the way. She tiptoes and what the fuck ... kisses Niall on the lips?!

I look away, stares at the green field and hold my breath. I feel a sudden chest pains, it hurts so much. I see from the corner of my eyes that Niall pulls Alliyah away and manages to make an eye contact with me which I refuse to do because I literally could feel the tears forming in my eyes and they would fall if I ever look at my best friend. I know I shouldn't act this way but I'm acting like this and I don't know why. I am so confused.

"I ..." I hear Niall utters and Alliyah giggles.

I then fake a cough and look down to hide the sadness all over my face.

"Why don't we go somewhere for a date?" Marc announces as he snakes an arm over my shoulders.

"Date? I don't do dates." I take his arm and give it back to him.

"Sure." Alliyah smirks and literally dragging Niall to switch his pace to the opposite direction towards the exit.

I really could feel the awkwardness between Marc and I, Alliyah and Niall, and of course, between Niall and I.

* * * * *

"I can't believe she kissed me." Niall confesses as we got home. It's almost six p.m. and I'm tired and all and thank God that that date didn't happen but the four of us hanged out for a while. So I went straight to my room with Niall and his 'feeling at home' attitude following behind. "I didn't see it coming, like fuck!" He rolls onto my bed. He sounds happy though. I can't blame him, it was his crush kissing him so why wouldn't he be happy? Oh, well.

"Me too either." I reply, at the same time of taking off my shoes and toss it anywhere across my room. "Happy enough, Ni?" I ask without thinking.

"What?" His eyes meet mine. I nod. "Uhm, not that happy because it wasn't a nice timing. Plus, she kissed me, I wanted the other way around which I'll be the one who will kiss he―"

"Cut it off, cut it off!" I announce and he laughs. "Good for you, though. Will you ask her on a date after all of this?" I once again ask without thinking. I mean, I shouldn't ask him this for I know I would get hurt but I can't help it. But why am I going to get hurt? He's just my best friend and I shouldn't feel anything but be happy for him. But I can't, I just can't. Why?! Gah, am I going crazy or something?

"I don't know?" He replies. "Who about you?"

"What about me?" I furrow my brows at him as I walk towards the bed to face him.

"Marc." He states.

"What about him?"

"Are you dating him?"

"Nope." I smirk.

"But will you if he asks?"

"You're scaring me with your questions, Ni." I giggle at my best friend.

"Me too." He jokes and we both laugh. "Anyway, back at it. Will you date him?"

I shake my head. "I don't know. I don't do dates since I was born."

"That's because you're refusing to date everyone who will ask you to!" Niall snaps frustratingly.

It's because I have you, Niall. My inner voices snaps back. What?! "Right." I roll my eyes at him.

Without any hesitation, Niall clips my legs together by his feet and bring me towards him. I wobble while I'm coming near him, on top of him, but I manage to cross my arms over my chest just before I totally land on top of him.

"God, Niall!" I squeal and groan and giggle as he hugs me tightly, I can't breath. Literally can't. "Niall! Niall! I can't breath! Let me go!"

"Sure, you can breath." I feel his lips linger on the top of my head. He then rolls back in forth with me.

"Niall, stop!" I giggle yet catching my breath. "I'm dying!" I beg yet he still didn't release me. He just instead laugh at me. "I'll date Marc if you wont release me!" I yell. Wow! As if he would not release me. Of course, he will. I mean, he's not me that would ―secretly― not want him to ask Alliyah out. Wait. Why I would not want him to? It's his choice or his want, and most of all, his love life. Wow, I think too much. Now I regret announcing what I have just said a while ago.

But then he release me from his suffocating grip. What?

"This is a free country. You can go now." He laughs while waving his hands dramatically in the air. He catches his breath as well. I spin to the side so that I wont be on top of him anymore.

Does he not want me to date Marc that's why he releases me, right? What does that suppose to mean? What the hell, I just really think too much.

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author's note »

Decicating this chapter to @TrishDaza because I missed her a lot lol.