Chapter 12
My P.O.V.
I lifted my head from his chest and stared into his eyes. Everything was moving so fast; I just met One Direction and they were sleeping in my house, and it had only been a day. It seemed impossible. A day ago I wouldn’t have ever believed anything like this could happen. Today I couldn’t believe anything like this was happening. The pain finally started setting in and I broke our gaze to look at my foot. Niall coughed, trying to pretend nothing happened and tried examining my foot. While he did this I tried sorting out how I felt about him. I liked him a lot, but how much can you really know someone if you’ve only known them for a day? I thought back to why I was so angry. I shouldn’t be angry- he merely got distracted and had to do something else. But why did it bother me so much? If we barely knew each other and we were just having a casual conversation then why was I so upset? When I told him what I thought about him I lacked saying a few things. I didn’t mention the way his smile lit up the whole room, or the way you felt like nothing could hurt you when his arms were around you, or the way that you could see his soul when you looked into his eyes. But I couldn’t tell him this. I couldn’t admit that I was this much into him, especially seeing he had just shut me down. I watched him as his eyebrows creased with his concerned look on his face as he examined my ankle. Sensing my eyes on him he turned around to face me, gently putting my foot back down as I winced. “I need to explain something to you. When I never told you how I felt about you-” I cut him off. I didn’t want him to actually say the words that he didn’t like me out loud. “I know you don’t like me, you don’t have to tell me, but I don’t want us to not be friends just because of me being stupid. Now that I’ve met you, I just want you in my life.” I stared into his eyes as I said this, but let our gaze drop when I finished what I had to say. His face lit up slightly, turning his intense frown into a small smirk. “You thought I didn’t like you?” He asked, sounding amused by my assumption. Now I was confused. “Yes… that’s why you made up an excuse to leave the room, so you wouldn’t have to hurt my feelings. You could have just told me you know, I could have taken it.” I lied straight to his face. I couldn’t have taken it. His face turned more serious than I had ever seen it, whether it being in person or in interviews. “Christina, I said that I had to do something because I was getting a call from management and I had to answer it. I didn’t tell you that because I couldn’t think. I was all caught up with what I was going to say I thought about you and so I couldn’t think straight. Please forgive me. I can’t have you being mad at me. I know we just met but I like you. As more than a friend. And I know I should have told you before, this is just some stupid big misunderstanding, but that’s what happened, and I really do care about you. So here it is. This is what I think about you. I think you’re funny, full of banter, have a wonderful voice, cute, sweet, write amazing music, have a huge heart, and are very smart. And those are just a few things.” He took my hand in both of his while looking into my eyes. I started tearing up- normally I don’t get emotional about things like that but I couldn’t help it. It’s just that the way he said it made me feel like he meant every word, and I meant every word when I told him. I apologized again, I made a big deal about this and it wasn’t even something important. Usually I don’t hold grudges like this but I couldn’t help it. But everything he said made sense, and we felt the same way about each other. “Stop apologizing! You did nothing wrong! This was just a stupid misunderstanding anyway.” I felt stupid. I let this little thing come between friends, and I didn’t even give him a chance to explain it. “Well, if it means anything to you, I forgive you. And I will say it for the hundredth time because I am really sorry.” His face lit up as he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. I pulled away. “What did management have to say anyway?” His smirk turned into a full-blown smile as he answered “We’re number one in the United States right now with both our album and our single!” I was about to cheer when I realized that it was still 2 AM and people were sleeping. I hugged him again and told him how proud I was of him. This was a big deal! We stopped talking for a moment and just communicated through each other’s eyes. Due to not being as focused on my thoughts, the pain in my ankle came back to the central thought in my mind. All I could think of was reading “Breaking Dawn” and how Bella couldn’t think about anything besides blood. I broke our gaze and took the flashlight out of Niall’s hands, shining it on my ankle to assess the damage on my own. I got injured a lot- I played volleyball and lacrosse, and between getting pelted with balls everyday and diving on the floor, I acquired quite a few injuries, enough to know that I was dealing with a partial if not full bone fracture of my ankle. His attention was reverted back to my leg and decided we had to do something about it, and not just hope it healed itself. He got up to turn the lights of the living room on so we didn’t have to squint to see where we were going, especially seeing it probably would have caused me to fall again. He took my hand and helped me to stand up. I was able to some pressure on it, which was really reassuring- I hated crutches, and after I had them for a knee injury I almost killed myself. Niall put his arm under mine, supporting me so that I could hop my way to the couch on my good foot. He sat me back down on the couch examining my foot again. “We need to get you to the ER.” How could I not feel this pain 5 minutes ago? “That’s a good idea.” I replied as I tried my best to smile, though he completely read past it. “I’m going to go wake your parents up and tell them we are going to the emergency room, ok?” I found this rather amusing. Niall, someone whom my parents never meant, was about to tell my parents how I ay have broken something and was going to take me to the emergency room. My parents would die if they didn’t do it themselves. “Good luck with that.” was all I said as he turned and flicked on the hallway lights as he bounded up the stairs two at a time. I thought about everything that happened and smiled to myself. I kept smiling to myself until I moved my ankle, momentarily forgetting what happened, and almost screamed in pain. I heard my parents’ voices as they hurriedly rushed downstairs with Niall behind them. As they came down Niall flashed his smile, reassuring me that everything was going to be all right.
