Jealousy [Niall Horan Fanfiction]

Chapter Thirteen

Niall's P.O.V ~

"Everybody can take their seats." Mr Johnson said to everybody in class.

"Okay, today we're gonna talk about hate." He informed us. What? He said that it includes with love. Hate doesn't include with love?

"Some of you, maybe hates something, or maybe someone?"

I don't know? Who do i hate?

"Let's start the lesson then." Mr Johnson picked up his book.

...

After the lesson i walk up to Mr Johnson to talk to him.

"Excuse me Mr Johnson,  but you said this includes with love... hate doesn't includes with love?" I ask.

"It actually does, Niall. Hate can be everywhere."

"But, love and hate is the opposite thing against each other." I tell him. He crinkles his nose and furrows his eyebrows.

"You don't understand Niall." He tells me.

"Wha-"

"I'm gonna be gone in a few days." He cuts me off with a big smile.

"Bu-"

"Shush Niall." He points his index finger at me. Again. "I want you to keep your question to the next lesson. You answers is maybe there. See you again on monday."

Okay?

...

Brooklyn's P.O.V ~

Beep.

I picked up my phone and saw a message from Niall.

* Hey wanna hang out? *

Yes.

*No, busy.*

I lie and put my phone back down. I don't really know what to say to him. If i love him, i should prove it right? But why can't i do it? It's something that stops me.

Carly? Yes.

Luke? No.

Myself? Probably.

I don't really know what's happening with myself. I love Luke, as a friend? No, more than that. As bestfriends? No, god you know what i mean.

I love Niall too.

Jeez. I really have to think through this.

I rub my temples with my thumbs, as i stare at the black screen on the tv. I think i'm having an headache.

Or should i talk to him? Maybe i should. I pick up my phone from my bed.

Low battery. Where the heck is my phone charger? I look under my bed, my drawer, the table, everywhere. And i find nothing. I toss my phone on the floor but it flies much higher, it hits one of the photos on the drawer.

I pick the photo up and sees a young blonde haired boy, standing next to a young brown haired girl. He has his arms around her waist and her arm his around his neck. They look so happy.  I recoginze these faces.

It was me, and Niall. When we were around 8 years old? Maybe. 

I miss these days.

I pick up my phone and places it on the drawer next to the picture.  We look so happy there, so young and innocent.

When i walk into the bathroom i find my charger.

"Ugh.." I really need to clean up this mess..

I walk into my bedroom again, i put in the charger into my phone and see my lockscreen come alive.