camp (ns)

Chapter 4

Opening the log cabin door, I stand next to the doorframe, eyeing the cabin that I would be living in for the next month. Not satisfied by what I saw (It was older and ancient compared to the other one that I had been living in for the past three weeks), I simply plop my bag down on the floor, and lay down, exhausted. I rest my chin on my forearm, sighing, looking at the cabin once more. It had taken me three hours to pack my bag, just to move it literally to this vacant cabin, three doors down. And then Niall wasn’t even here to greet me.

Of course he wouldn’t.

Sighing, I close my eyes, hoping that I was just in a horrible dream. A dream where I bully a kid that I liked and then had to share a log cabin with him.

“What side do you want?” Niall asked. “Like the side of the log cabin, I mean…” I jumped up from the ground, shocked because those were the first words I have heard from him since I punched him. I turn around to stare at him, trying not to look as shocked as I really was.

He talked to you.

He talked to you.

HE TALKED TO YOU.

“Umm…Err…Yo-You…The side you don’t want…” I shyly said, as quickly as I possibly could, trying not to look like an idiot. No such luck. Blushing, I forced myself to look down at what I was writing,

I was writing a song about Niall.

Yeh, that’s not creepy, Harry.

“You know, you don’t talk very much, with the exception of bullying me, of course,” Niall said, staring deep into my emerald eyes. I thought I saw a ghost of a smile on his lips, and I was about to smile back until I realized what he had said and let the words sink in.

Ouch.

My heart stung, but I hid my true feelings by just shaking my head ever so slightly and ignoring him. I didn’t think that was the best action to do in the situation. I mean, he was actually trying to talk to me after all I had done to him. But I really had no other option, other than to just look back down at my song.

Harry, here’s an option: tell him you’re sorry.

Umm, no.

Just at least try.

“Hey…Umm...Err… Niall? I glanced up from my song, and we caught eye contact. Maybe, just maybe, we could catch each other’s eye contact again, but this time in more intimate situations.

“What?” Niall asked flatly, with a hint of exasperation hidden in his husky Irish voice.

God, I loved his accent.

“Well, umm, I’m super sorry. For like, uhh, real this time.” I stuttered out my words, not because they were vile but because Niall just made me nervous. Quickly, I use the same strategy” I look back down at my song.

Well, of course he makes you nervous.

You like him.

Blushing, I shake the embarrassingly honest thought form my head. I slowly lift up my head to stare at Niall, but I found him already staring at me, confusion etched across his face.

“Niall?” I asked, concerned. He was just standing there, looking confused. I wasn’t going to deny he looked good, because damn, he looked good.

But what if he doesn’t accept this apology? What if he just laughs at me?

He’s not a bully, Harry.

He’s not like you.

And before Niall could open his mouth to respond, three knocks rang throughout the cabin.