Part thirty three.

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Indria's point of view.

I want to tell him.. i really do,
I want to tell him so badly that i love him, but i'm so scared, so scared after i loved the wrong person, i don't want that again, and maybe you think like;
'just stop thinking about the past'
but it's not as simple as that, that's my problem right there, i can't stop thinking back at it, even how bad i want to forget it, with some things it just comes back.
The point is, i want to tell Niall that i love him, but i'm afraid that when i say it that it will come out like a question.

'Hey Niall, listen, i uh, i love you?'
Yeaaaaahhh... no, i don't want it to go
like that.

"Babbbeeeee! i don't know what to doooo!" Niall yelled from the kitchen, right.. he can't cook, he just wanted to join me.

"Coming!" i say running to the kitchen.

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The cake is now in the oven and we're cuddling on the couch, talking about the most random stuff, but of course my sleepy head needs to fall asleep in Niall's arms, not that i mind tho.

"Indria" Niall said waking me up.

"Mm?" i groan practically hugging his leg.

"The cake" he said shaking me, and that's when i heard the alarm of the oven, we got of the couch and opened the oven putting the cake on the kitchen counter.

"It smells so good" i say letting the smell dance in my nose. (lol)

"I bet it is" Niall said.

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Pleaaaseee tell me how I can type that in a different way pls, it's just so weird...

Xo. Inge

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