CHAPTER EIGHT:
I walked until a taxi honked beside then finally I have a ride home. Honestly my feet are tired now and my legs feel tightened from walking too much. I sighed as I close the door and said my address.
The whole time, I was imagining things I should have said to them or do to make them stop. I don't even get it that they would fight over a simple thing.
When the cab stopped telling me that I'm on my destination already, I hand the driver the money then went out of the car. Good thing this dress have pouches on both sides and actually they are both heavy because the left one is my money and keys then the other is my phone.
I stuffed my left hand inside the pocked then bring out the keys to my apartment. I sighed when I opened the door and close it from behind.
I walk lazily going to the bedroom then I remembered I'm still wearing heels so I took them off. My feet feel relieved like they're so relaxed right now. I would never wear these kinds of shoes again.
Wearing heels are like pure pain no matter how beautiful they are.
My phone buzzed twice just when I lay on my bed. I looked at the slim device then see that it was. Well, it was Niall's text and the other one is Harry's.
I chose to ignore the both of them and sleep. The whole day consisted of sleeping and stuffing my face with junk foods while watching MTV music videos and Sky High's concert videos on YouTube then sleeping again.
I woke up in Sunday morning with dark bags under my eyes because no matter how I want to sleep, I can't. I'll just close my eyes and imagine stuffs.
After I took shower, I decided to call Barbara.
"Hey how are you today?" I asked, trying to cheer up my voice but I think I failed. I just suck at everything.
"Great, actually," then she started squealing. "Oh my God, Niall just passed in front of our house while riding his motorbike,"
I rolled my eyes even though she can't see. The last time we talked about this boy was she was telling me that he's a bad guy and he'll hurt me if I near him. How interesting. Note the sarcasm.
"Really? Oh," I tried to think about something to talk about but I failed. I even look around but nothing seems interesting today.
"Okay, I have to go Belle. See you tomorrow, okay?" she asked.
"Okay," I sighed then I heard a beep which means she finally hung up.
I was about to turn on the TV when I heard a knock on my door. I flinched. I almost got a heart attack there.
When I opened the door, it revealer someone I was least expecting to. "What do you want?" I snapped.
"Uh, can we talk?" I sighed.
"There's nothing to talk about, Niall. Bye." I slammed the door when he was about to say something and locked it immediately. I sat on the couch thinking what he could've said to me.
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Solace - Niall Horan
FanficShe's Isabelle Woodley, a normal 16 year old who's looking for love and attention. She's fangirling over this boy band called Skyhigh and not liked by the society. Then there's Niall Horan, a campus crush, lady's man, he's part of the basketball te...