Crooked

men loved the boobs. [chapter fourteen]

When I woke up, the only thing I remembered from the night before was the feeling of Niall’s lips on mine. My lips still tingled from his touch, and while I didn’t want to feel it, I knew that my attraction for him was growing a little bit more, day by day.

I didn’t want this to happen, of course. The last thing I expected was to like someone who seemed so unattainable because he was in a band. No less a band that was mega successful meaning that he could have any girl he wanted. But for some reason, he seemed even just that little bit interested in me, and well, I wasn’t going to complain.

I made a movement to rub my eyes but realised where one of my hands were: clasped with Niall’s tightly as though I didn’t want to let go. Part of me didn’t want to let go because it felt so right with his hand in mine, but I knew I had to let it go because a: it wasn’t appropriate and b: I wasn’t supposed to have feelings for him, even just a little bit.  Usually when I tried to convince myself that I didn’t like someone or wasn’t supposed to, I’d make a list of reasons of why I shouldn’t go for like that person. So in my head, I began to conduct a list of reasons why Niall and I could never work.

Number one: his overall look. There was something about a baby face I didn’t like. Actually, I knew why I didn’t like it – I was jealous of people who had baby faces’. They had the ability to get out precarious situations and could use their cuteness to their advantage. If I wanted to use anything to my advantage, it was my evil smile and smart mind. Or my boobs. Men loved the boobs.

Number two: his upbeat personality and infectious laugh that made me want to slaughter him with a knife. Probably a butter knife, so he wouldn’t get too hurt but still, a knife. How could someone be as happy as he was? And that cute Irish laugh he had? Jesus, it did things to me I didn’t know could even be done. It was quite clear that his adorableness irritated me to the fullest, but it didn’t stop me from liking it all the while.

Number three: he had crooked teeth. It would probably seem like a stupid, superficial thing but the bitch had crooked teeth and man, did she piss me off. If my parents hadn’t held me back the first time I ever laid a hand on her, who knew how she would have turned up.

And lastly, number four: did I mention his teeth? Jesus, I just wanted to pull them out myself so he could get a whole new set of straight ones. Was it really that hard to get braces? He was famous, it wouldn’t be that hard.

There, I thought proudly to myself. Four very good – although two could be counted as one – reasons to why I should just forget about Niall.

“Cass?” Niall’s beautiful Irish accent was like music to my ears. I glanced at him, instantly melting at the way his ocean blue eyes looked at me with such softness in them it was hard to look away.

Damn it, I cursed silently to myself. The Irish charm was too hard to resist.

“Yeah?” I whispered, my voice sounding gravelly from having just woken up.

“Get a coffee with me?”

Oh Jesus, the things this boy did to me …it made it impossible to say no to him.

So much for my list.

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As I quickly figured out, coffee was translation for Nandos. And a huge serving of it too, to soak up the alcohol we consumed last night. I wasn’t hungover, per say, but there was a small headache lingering in my head and I knew it wasn’t going to go away until I had at least some sort of salty, fattening goodness.

“What do you want?” Niall asked me as he pulled up in the drive through of Nando’s. We’d taken Angie’s car, who didn’t know that we had stolen it but eh, YOLO.