Summer Love // Niall Horan

Chapter 47 - Lies and Trouble

Thank you all for the 30.1 K!! Wow, that's insane! Prepare for the drama and some language! :**

|| ISABELLE ||

There he is, standing in front of me, with a warm smile on his face. He is surely happy to see that I was the one who opened the door instead Niall, or any of my friends. But there is something different about him. His features aren't the same anymore. He's wearing a white cream shirt underneath a red and black checkered flannel. He's wearing light wash jeans instead of dark skinny jeans, which I believe he and Harry gets along with. His hair is perfectly swept to it's right side and his smile, it's the same smile before. Right in front of me stands the Jake I loved before. He isn't the dark souled person, who plans nothing but to separate me and Niall. I can't help but let the small smile take over the curve on the left side of my mouth. It takes seconds, before I realized what I was doing and put a scowl on my face instead.

"What are you doing here, Jake?" I asked, a little harshly. Sadness took over his smiling face.

He scratched the back part of his neck, like the way he used to before, when we are still.. together. The words hit me hard like a train as I remember all the memories, bad and good I spent with him. He looks at me warmly before speaking. "I was just--umm- I-" He stutters? Since when?

He takes out a small box tinted with pastel blue. He still really knows me despite everything that happened. He hands out to me, shyly. What the hell happened to the Jake who was never afraid of anything, who does not give a shit if I get hurt or not? He smiles at me shyly, before speaking once again, "I want to fix things with you, so I thought I could give you a peace offering. Don't worry, there isn't a dead cat or a bomb inside." Awkward silence fills the air, as I make my way through my loss of words. I'm never used to people who give gifts to me in occasions that aren't really special. I could feel my cheeks flush at his sudden act of peace or affection. Why am I acting like this when I should be angry at him for showing up here all innocent, and dressing up like the way he was before? I couldn't blame him though, this is the way he dressed back in high school. I just didn't know why the sudden love for dark clothing happened. I didn't need to know it anyway since he isn't mine anymore, plus this isn't any of my business anymore.

I take the box and managed to smile at him instead of yelling at him. "Thank you, even if you don't need to." I managed to say. He raised his arms and started walking to me. No, no, no, no. This isn't the way it should end. Just I was to shove him away, I heard a shatter of a plate and a trail of footsteps to a slamming of a door. Shoot. I forgot about Niall!

"Look, you need to go. Ugh!" Jake is confused of my sudden change of emotions. I shut the door in his face and sprint to me and Niall's bedroom with his gift still attached in my hand. When I went inside, Niall is sitting on the edge of the bed with his face trapped in his hands. God, does he know about my situation with Jake all this time but never tells it to me? Guilt is all over my body. A huge weight is placed in my shoulders.

"Who the hell was that?" Niall's voice made me jump. I knew this is coming.

"Niall, he's my-- he's...," I felt like all the studying I made was no use because of my loss of words. Niall's piercing, yet beautiful eyes are now glaring at me. If that could kill, I'm probably dead right now.

"He's your what? Is he the ex that replaced you for a popular slut?!" I am caught off guard. My senses are high and my heart is pumping so fast, I could feel it ripping out of my chest in any minute right now.

I slowly nod and that's where Niall lost it. He stood up ad yelled in frustration, and jealousy. His fist came contact with the wall so hard the wall formed a small crack in it. He's standing in front of the wall, his knuckles are stained with blood. Once he laid his eyes on the glass filled with milk, he threw it on the floor. It made a horrible shattering sound, and the milk in it spilled. My heart pounded so hard with terror once he laid his eyes on me. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw is clenched, and his breathing is fast.