Taciturn (Niall Horan)

CHAPTER 29 - Sand Castle

Jeez, I almost forgot to update. Sorry.

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Nona's POV

 

I toss the flat stone in to the sea and watch it disappear into the water. I sigh.

Oh Nona. You're brave enough to run away when you're not even familiar with the place.

Last night was a disaster. I went here in Brazil to see my boyfriend just to find out that he's holding the waist of some Brazilian girl which I won't deny that she's prettier than me and she got those killer curves. I'm insecure? Who wouldn't be insecure with the body of that Matilda girl or whatever is her name. Then seeing her with my boyfriend, I mean, ex-boyfriend is like stabbing myself on the chest. Like shit. What I have done to deserve this pain? I just fly here to see him because I'm missing him, big time. I never thought Niall could do this to me. No one ever thought he could. I know him as the Niall who has respect to every woman, not the Niall who will have his arm around some random girl while he's in a relationship.

Ugh. I'm having migraine.

 

 

"That's not the right way to toss that." I heard someone spoke behind me.

 

I turn around to meet chocolate brown eyes looking at me. It's Jose. I met him last night when I got nowhere to go.

 

Once I got out of the hotel, there are paparazzi around but gladly they didn't pay attention at me. I knew they're after One Direction so why would they care about a girl with a tear-stained face. I'm no one to be paying attention with.

 

"Hey, excuse me madame!" I turned around to see one of those people approaching me. "You're with the boyband, right?"

"I'm not," I lied. I wiped the tears away.

"Yes, you are." he pressed. "I saw you with them back in Australia. I was there, following you in the park. You're playing roller blades with the blonde, Niall Horan."

 

Flashbacks of the day started to replay in my head. We're with Gail, eating ice cream. A faint smile creeped my face as I remembered how Niall couldn't play those blades that he had to hold onto the railings. I remembered how we fell into the pool fountain when he lost his balance, he dragged me along. We were both soaking wet. Then I remembered that very night too when we played Louis' game. That was our first kiss. Even if he didn't admit it in the first place, I knew it was him when he barged into my hotel room one night, drunk but then he kissed me passionately. Those lips could make my knees weak. I remembered it all too well. But, that was also the night that I fled away.

I shooked my head of the memories. God. I really couldn't get rid of him in my head.

 

"I'm not. I don't even know what you're talking about." I continued to lie.

"I won't be mistaken. You are that girl. I saw you were doing some language." he kept on. "Just tell me you are that girl. And why are you crying? Why are dragging out a suitcase? Did they kick you out of the hotel?"

"I told you, I'm not that girl. You said earlier that she's doing sign language when its only for deafs. I'm not deaf nor mute. I'm speaking so I'm not that girl. Now leave me alone."