More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

author's note »

Hi guys, sorry if I haven't update on the past few days. I went out to an unplanned and on-the-spot birthday celebration of my  niece for like, two days. If someone should be blamed, that would definitely be her. Loljk. But while I was out, I was still working on this chapter and I honestly embarrasingly would like to say that I got sad and upset during and after I wrote this chapter because except the fact that I always put myself to every of my characters' POVs, I freaking took the situation (of this chapter) to my mind and down to my heart. What an impact this chapter gave me.

And here it is now, I hope you would like this. :*

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Thalia's POV

"You look awful." I tell Niall as we meet on the street before going to school.

"I didn't have a nice sleep last night." He sighs with a weak smile.

"Is that so?" I ask and he nods. "Fine then."

"And what happened to you last night, Thal?" He elbows me on my arm which makes me look up at him, giving him a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"You were acting so weird." I remember I ran upstairs after we washed the dishes. I don't know what was that for, to be honest but somehow I believe I maybe was trying to avoid him which I have no idea why. So Niall could be right that I was acting weird.

"That? Yeah." Shit, I'm so weird.

"And you are still weird." He shakes his head, laughing at me.

"I won't argue with that." I laugh.

* * * * *

"Can I ask you out?" Marc practically begs me while I am waiting for my best friend's practice to end anytime soon. I shake my head, not even minding to look at him. I didn't want to be rude at him but that would only be the way to make him stay away from me. "Why?"

"Not this time."

"Why not?"

"Because I am happy being this." I look at him then waves my hand to my self. And I'm waiting for this somebody to ask me out. My subconscious tells me. Who?

"Really?" He whines and I nod reassuringly at him. "You're happy being this? This? You sitting right here while endlessly waiting for your best friend who has nothing to do with you but always makes you wait? Are you sure?"

My eyes widens. I am totally overwhelmed by what he just said. Somehow, he's right by the fact that I keep on waiting for Niall who doesn't seem to realize that I'm always waiting for him. But honestly, I haven't realize this until Marc told me about it. But, no. Niall is my best friend and he is also always there for me. He cares for me and he loves me. "How dare you?" I yell, not meaning it.

"I'm just telling the truth." He surrenders.

"Nice." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Now, there's noway I'm gonna d―hang out with you." God! I almost say "date" instead of just "hang out".

"No? No, no, no." He pouts. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to say it, Thal, I just ..."

"No, it's fine." I stand up and go somewhere else.

"I'm sorry!" Marc yells behind me and I wave my hand as a response without turning back at him.

"Thalia!" I hear Niall calling me so immediately, I turn around to face him.

"I'm going to wait you elsewhere." I yell back from my standpoint and he nods."I'll just text you where will I be." He once again nods before going back to his practice and I resume walking.

* * * * *

Niall texted me where am I now but I tell him instead that we'll meet at the corridor.

"I'm sorry, Thal. I really am." Marc's voice startle me after I drop my phone inside my bag. He quickly changes his pace so he is now in front of me. I roll my eyes at him then.

"What are you doing here?" I groan yet still trying to be nice to me.

"To say sorry, of course."

"You've had enough of it, Marc. Now, I have to go." I fake a weak smile at him.

"I'm already forgiven?" The smile on his face grows bigger when I nod at him. I remember I had a huge crush on him when we were still on our 8th grade. It's funny to think that I fell hard on Marc. Also, embarrassing. But I don't regret it because that was me having a puppy love. "Hey!" He snaps. I shudder, making my bag to fall down to my feet.

"Oh." I jerk.

"Wow. Why were you staring at me?" He smirks with his teasing tone.

"No, I wasn't. I was just thinking ..."

"About me?" He grins.

"No, not." I blush in embarrassment. "I really have to go. Bye." I panic.

I run along the lockers to the corridor.

Niall must've been there, already waiting for me. My mind reminds me while I'm jogging.

Oh, shit! I forgot to pick up my bag! How stupid is this?! I stop running and start cursing myself.

But relentlessly, I keep my way to where Niall would be at so I turn left even I'm not sure if Niall would be somewhere there. And as I just turn to the left, I begin to witness Niall kissing Alliyah. What the? I freeze on my feet while staring at them, practically snogging. I wish I'm nothing seeing this and them being this right now but it's very too late, I'm already crying. I clutch my chest while biting my lips to avoid making any sound from crying. I swallow deep, ―how the hell I'm still staring at them―, before I start to take my steps backwards and to once again, run away. Just when I change my pace with my sneakers squeaking, I bump with somebody. Instantly, I look up at him. It's Marc. And he's holding my bag. Without any hesitation and second thoughts, I half walk-half run towards him and hug him.

He seemed shocked with my sudden actions. Well, me too. Yet sooner, he begin to sooth my back repeatedly. "What the hell happened?" His voice is full of worry. I shake my head, still crying against his chest. Mind if I use your shirt as a tissue, Marc? "Shhhh ..." He coos.

How is this even possible? To cry over this stuff? To cry over the thing which hasn't had to do with me? How is it even possible to be heartbroken enough to feel this way just because I'm witnessing my best friend liking or wanting or loving someone else? The saddest past? Seeing your best friend kissing someone. I know I should not act or feel this way but I can't help it. I don't even know why I'm hurt like this. What is happening to me? What is wrong with me? Someone please explain, I'm so confused.

Marc gently grabs my hand. I don't care whatever he'll do to me right now. Except if he will take advantages of my weakness, of course.

"Let me take you home." He murmurs while he's leading me out of this place.

I really just do hope that he doesn't have any idea why I am crying. Please.

What about Niall? I ask myself.

No! Don't mind him right now. I half remind-half scold myself.

"Yes, please." I sniff and wipe off my tears.