Chapter 7
My P.O.V.
I was just making spaghetti; it was the only thing I really had enough of and that they would like. I still couldn’t believe that I was making diner for the biggest boy band in the world right now. The boys were playing Fifa 10 on the Xbox in the other room and I could hear that they were all getting really competitive. I was adding the pasta to the boiling water when I saw Niall coming into the kitchen. My entire face lit up as his face came into my view. “Need any help?” He asked, making his way over to me. I told him that he could stir the sauce that I was currently burning due to being distracted by his glorious ways. “What do you think of me?” He asked me. I thought he was kidding before I saw his eyes piercing, waiting for an answer. “As a person or an artist?” I asked, trying to get out of having to tell him that I basically was in love with him as an artist and as a person. “Both.” He said, making me regret allowing him to help. I stepped away from the pasta and shifted my weight from one foot to the other, an obvious sign that I was uncomfortable. “Well…” I started, trying to select my words carefully so that he could figure out that I fancied him but wouldn’t know to what extent that it was. “As both an artist and a person, you’re sweet, funny, care free, have an amazing laugh, a beautiful voice, and every time you play the guitar you make me want to cry because it’s so perfect. You sing your music with more passion than I’ve ever seen anyone do it with before, and I’m not going to lie, you’re incredibly attractive in both a perfect and non-perfect way. Now that I’ve embarrassed myself, your turn.” His face was glowing as I spoke, until the last words I said sunk in. He looked confused and furrowed his eyebrows as he questioned me. “What do you me-” I cut him off. “What do you think of me?” “Well…” he started before he stopped himself. “I have to do something.” I sputtered out quickly as he left the room. I stared after him dumbfounded, trying to think about what just happened. I was distracted by my thoughts as the pasta began to boil over. I made the plates and set them on the table as I called them into the room. I was so hurt by the fact that Niall didn’t want to tell me how he felt, especially after I told him. I never thought his ego was that big.
