Niall said we needed to talk. Alright when and where. I texted him back.
"Alright. when are you free and where?"
I sent that at 11:05 he didn't text me back till 12:55
"My place tomorrow 3:30 Harry won't be around."
I couldn't believe it. Here he was scared of Harry. I mean seriously come on Niall. You are fully grown. I so badly want to text back. "Stick up for yourself you little shit." but all I could get out was "Fine."
I couldn't sleep that night. I was so mad but happy at the same time. Niall was willing to talk to me but I was mad because we had to make sure Harry wasn't there. I would not get in a secret relationship. I refuse. That is just like saying that you don't really wan't the relationship or your to ashamed of it. But I also had to think is this talk going to be about how Niall wants nothing to do with me. No, surely he wouldn't do that for me at the mall if he didn't want anything to do with me. I was drowning in my own thoughts. I guess I finally fell asleep because I woke up at 8:30 I just laid in my bed for another 30 minutes as I kept wondering what is this "talk" going to be about? I decided to text Niall.
"We still on for today?" To my surprise he texted me back.
"Yeah, I'll pick you up. What's your address?" I'm guessing so Harry didn't see my motorcycle.
"1029 Chandler Drive." I lived in the biggest house on the block. My house is in one of those circle drives where you pull into the circle to get to the houses. My house was two stories and had a garage. The rest were one story. My house never felt like a home really. It holds way to bad memories to be "home." I would move but I don't have enough money and my parents already have this place paid off for me. When I finally got up it was 9:05. I made myself some tea and went and sat on my porch. I hated the fact that I could only see other houses. Never a good view. Just house after house. But I always like to imagine what was going on in the home. See house are like humans. Some seem perfectly fine and happy on the outside but it could be a wreck inside. Some could be a wreck on the outside but perfectly happy inside. All the little house with flowers made me think little old ladies that were super happy and have grand kids and always bake for them. The ones with a ball on the porch or a little tricycle made me think new couple just had there first kid and is probably spoil him or her out the butt. Then there was my house. Drappy green color. Poop brown shutters. A screen door than a hardwood one. My numbers were on the door like a apartment would be but also on my mailbox. You look at my house and think. A couple that's in there 40s finally settling down with person and just don't have motivation to fix it. Inside was complete different. We had the nicest kitchen, bathroom, bedrooms, living room, dining room. Even though we never really used the dinning room it was still beautiful. I come inside and decided to take a shower. I want to look nice for Niall. After all he did save my life.
I got out of the shower and it 9:50. I had a lot time left. So I just laid down on my bed with towel and fell back asleep when I woke up it was 12:00. I have been sleeping a lot. Must just be from exhaustion. I brushed my hair and curled it. I did make up putting on a little extra lip gloss. I got in a pair of high wasted shorts and put my Marvel Superhero shirt on and my new shoes on. I normally never do my make up but this time it was important. I got done at 2:15. I made me something to eat. I was in the process of eating when I heard a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I hollered. I knew it was him but I felt like hollering to be safe ."It's me Niall." I got up and open the door. He was leaning against the door frame. "Come in. I'm almost done eating." I tell him with that I walk back to the table and sat down. "I could have fed you. You have nice home here." he says looking around. "House not a home. Also I didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. Nice gash" I said pointing to his eyebrow. He put his hand up to and rubbed it. "Yeah, we will talk about that later. " he says looking down. I knew he felt like awkward so I threw the rest of my food away and put my plate and the fork in the sink. "You didn't have to do that you could have finished your food." he tells me looking at me with a twisted expression. "Yes I did. Now lets go." I tell him and grab my keys.
