Day 1
The ride was quiet. I mean it was so awkward because he’s the one who was concern and now I don’t even thanked him. I feel guilty. So there I was, with my ‘husband’ on an awkward car ride. I only talk when giving him the directions to my school. The rain went harder as time goes by. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my umbrella. I didn’t even wear a jacket. I am so dumb.
Even though I feel guilty I still don’t like him. Okay, maybe he has some soft spot on his heart but the rest is evil. Or maybe I’m just exaggerating. Oh god, I’m over thinking again. I hate this. “Elian,” I heard Niall called me. “Yeah?” “Is this your school?”
I lowered my head and peeked through the side of his window. “Uh yes.” I packed up my stuff and straighten up my shirt. Before I left I told him, “Thanks for the ride by the way.” He just nods. I sighed but when I was about to open the car door he asked something, “Wait, aren’t you going to open your umbrella?” “I don’t have one and if you’re going to ask about my jacket, eh, I didn’t bring it either.”
Then suddenly he threw his jacket on me, on my face. How nice. “Gee, thanks.” I said sarcastically. “Be thankful because that costs much than what you’re wearing right now.” I just rolled my eyes. Then I saw a smirk on his face. What an idiot, making fun of me again. I put on the jacket and slid the hood on my head. I ran to prevent the heavy rain. Classes came by and that’s where hell starts.
At break time, Clarisse starts talking endlessly. Like what she always does. Though she’s really annoying (most of the time) she’s still my best friend and I will never replace her. When she has nothing to say she suddenly remembered something, “Wait a minute, you moved right?” She asked. “What? What do you mean by ‘moved’?” I said not looking at her but looking at my book instead. “You moved from one house to another house.” She explains slowly. “Oh,”
I totally forgot about that
“Uh, really? How did you know?” I made a confusing face with a slight smile. “Duh, you told me this morning.” She replied. I drank my cold coffee while analysing on what to answer her because I have nothing to say. “Um…Yeah I moved, actually,” then I laughed which she didn’t buy because it’s obviously hilarious. “So? How was it?” She finally said. “The new house? Well nothing special, just one small normal house.” I lied. “Oh, Why didn’t you move to a flat anyway?” She said with a nod. “Uh, I don’t know. To be different? Let’s not just talk about it.” I said lying again.
“Anyway, you’re going to tell me something, right?” I said changing the topic. “Oh about that, did you know that your boss has a wife.” I choked on what she said. How rumours can spread so fast? I can’t tell her about it right now. Especially it’s a secret. God, how can I handle this? So I just chuckled, “You know you had the worst news ever,” What did I just say? “And do you have any proof that he has one?” I added. “No, but I’m pretty sure he has one. Someone saw him with a girl in his car this morning actually.” That was me Clarisse! “Well, what if it’s just his friend?” “Elian Jade Cloode, you’re boss has a wife and now I want you to know if it’s true or not.” She commanded. “I am not doing that. We’re not even talking when I’m with them. And if I ever asked him that question I may be fired, so no thanks.” I said crossing my arms.
“I thought you were close to Harry Styles? Why don’t you ask him?” She asked raising her eyebrow. “Well, they’re busy and I don’t want to waste their time asking for some stupid rumour. And, hello? Niall would never marry someone. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend.” I said snapping her. “Maybe you’re right.” She said. Then the bell rang. Clarisse sighed. “Okay. See you later.” She said with a small smile. I smiled back and there we went into different directions.

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Secretly Married (NIALL HORAN)
FanfictionNiall Horan, famous Irish singer, was said to be missing some important papers which results to big problems including his tour. Now the most efficient solution is a marriage certificate. Elian Cloode, Niall Horan's personal assistant, is the only g...