More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

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Guys, I don't know what to write so I'll left you with this. I'm confused more than Thalia and Niall and the whole situation are in this chapter. Gawdddddddd.

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Thalia's POV

I can't believe what happened earlier between Marc and Niall, then Niall and I. I'm clueless why Niall showed up as if he was going to attack Marc, or me. Also, I'm clueless why Niall showed up to us since he should be with his ultimate crush, Alliyah. I wonder what's happening to him when I let him drag me out of the campus.

On our way to the bus stop was filled with laughter from the two of us. I started to avoid him after the party and the urge to avoid him gets bigger everyday. Thank God, this happened or else I will keep avoiding him for what reason? Because I can't stand and afford to see him with Alliyah cause it hurts. I tried to tell myself that I was just jealous because Niall's attention and time were shifted to her and he was starting to forget me but it was not just that. I was jealous because they're becoming something and anytime soon they would be together which Niall wanted. And the fact that they would look perfect together kills me.

I have that urge to ask Niall what is going on between him and Alliyah but imagining to hear him answer me that they're getting there would totally shatter my heart to pieces.

"Niall?" I begin as he leads me to my room like he always does when we got home. He dives onto the bed, face first.

"Yes?"

"Why did you come to me?"

"Because I have to."

"I don't understand."

"You're avoiding me, weren't you?"

Yes, I was. Don't worry, I felt guilty for it. "Is that all?"

"No."

I lay down next to Niall, "Oh?"

He lifts his head and looks at me then smiles weakly. I wont say anything until he'll tell me the other reason. He lifts himself a little with his elbows burying into the duvet whilst the smile on his face grows bigger.

"I ..." He begin. I nod, telling him to continue. "I like you." He buries his face against his palms, but I could see him peaking through his fingers.

"What?!" Did I hear what he said right?

"Yes." He answers, taking down his hands away from his face. Now I can't say anything. "Please say something."

How? "I don't know."

"I shouldn't have tell you this, right?" He frowns. I nod. What?!

"No, Niall. I mean, I just, I don't know what to say!" I groan. "It's not that I don't like you, holy shit, I like you so much, I just care about our friendship." I catch my breath after saying that.

He groans under the duvet before looking at me. "I don't know what to say too." He looks mad. "I feel rejected."

"No, Niall." I wave my hands dramatically, practically groaning at him while I sat up on the bed and face him. "I just don't want to lose our friendship."

"Why? We wouldn't lose it anyway." He sits up with his feet out of the bed. I nod at him because he's right. But I'm afraid that he wouldn't be mine forever and so our friendship will never be the same again.

"Ni ..." I sigh.

He just then crashes his lips against mine. Oh, god. Of course, I kiss him back. But in the back of my mind, I'm told that this is wrong which is why I pull away. I look at my best friend and he looks so confused. I'm confused, as well. He licks his lips and looks away from me.

"Niall?"

"What?" He almost snaps in a whisper making me sigh. "Will you please stop thinking about our friendship because we could be something out of it."

"I can't. Anyway we wouldn't be together forever if we become this something unlike if we are just best frien―"

I know I love Niall so much. I love him more than this but this seems wrong. Because me and Niall being together wouldn't last forever whilst if we stay as best friends, I assure that this friendship of ours would really last.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I love him so much and I've wanted him to be mine or at least, love me too. And here he is right now in front of me, telling me that he likes me too but here I am, I just rejected him. Great.

Or maybe Niall doesn't like me at all? Maybe he just feel pity for me because of everything; Maybe he's just confused? Maybe that's just it. But shit! I love him too much.

"Okay, I get you now." He sounds so pissed.

"Niall?" I whisper, trying to calm him down. Once again, he lingers his lips against mine. Shit. It's fast that he is now about to leave my room.

"Sorry." He says without managing to look at me. He squeezes the knob and the door opens.

"Niall ..."

"Oh. Please don't use that tone, it's making me weak if you do." He smiles a goodbye before closing the door.

And now I wish this didn't happen also. Where's our friendship now? See, it's already starting to drift away? But the kiss? I just can't thank the heaven enough.

I wonder what will happen to us tomorrow.