Good Enough

Chapter 43: Civilized

Eve POV

We walk away from Harry in silence. I don't dare make a sound. I don't trust myself around him, he's too easy to be comfortable around. Too deceiving.

We aren't anything any more. Niall and I aren't friends, we most certainly aren't lovers, but at the same time we aren't enemies.

Earlier, that's what I considered him as. But when he smiled like that, reminiscing about the past, I remembered why I loved him. I remembered how happy I was around him and how every moment was filled with smiles and empending madness just around the corner. I forgot about all the bad things, and at the same time I was reminded of them.

But I felt normal around him, just a normal girl. I wasn't Eve Delacy, 1/2 of YinYang to Niall. I was Eve, the klutzy school girl who he was always stuck with.

I still love Harry, though. Nothing's changed about my feelings in that aspect, but I can't help but think.

"Eve? Are you alright?" Niall asks, standing in front of me. His eyes are frantic, filled with worry. I blink, keeping my guard up. I just simply nod at Niall.

"Your mind is going a mile a minute. I know you, Eve." Niall attempts to persuade me into talking, however I am more put off by this. Niall doesn't know me anymore, there are some traits that have remained over the year, but other than that he doesn't know me.

"You don't know me." I defend.

"I know you've changed and all, but I still know tiny random facts about you from magazines." Niall admits, kicking a small pebble on the ground sheepishly. This catches my attention, I look up at him.

"What?" I ask, a smile fighting for its way onto my face. I just can't imagine Niall crouched over some Tiger Beat magazine reading the latest gossip about me and Harry.

"Your favourite song isn't "Just Be Friends" anymore, It's "Don't Let Me Go", written by your boyfriend because you had a writing competition and that turned out to be the only song he could write on his own." Niall ran on. I was speechless at this.

"Not only that; you hate cheese, love oranges and all citrus fruit except for grapefruits and limes, You always think you have tiny feet but Harry says they're average sized, You have a fear of feet, and your best friend is Harry Styles and best girl friend is Dani McGuire." He finished. I laughed at the last one, of course he would know that Dani's my best friend.

"Woah, how do you know Dani?" I ask him sarcastically, smiling at him. Niall then shrugs.

"Do you want to play 20 Questions?" Niall smiles. I raise my eyebrow up at him, why on earth would he like to play 20 questions?

"But you already know me." I state.

"I thought I didn't." He answers back. I forgot about my previous answers to him, though it was moments ago.

"Okay then Niall, what's your favourite colour?" I start off, catching Niall off guard. His crystal blue eyes sparkle in amusement as I am accepting his meagre offer of a game.

Minutes pass by us quickly, we are almost finished the game and almost at my house. My guard is down completely, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing anymore. I no longer feel anger towards him, I feel like the anger has melted away somehow by just getting to know him all over again. It's a weird feeling.

"Who's your favourite singer?" He asks his eighteenth question.

"Harry, duh. Who's yours?" I answer as if it's something he should know, which he honestly should because that beautiful boy still turns my knees to jello.