Opposites ~ n.h (rewriting)

Chapter 20: Leave me alone.

Luna's POV

 Niall's been acting weird the last 2 weeks. Since about a week after he told me about Rose he's been 'busy'. Well that's what he tells me all the time when I ask him to come over. I don't believe him when he tells me he's just busy, I just want to know why he's avoiding me. 

I've called him 4 times just now, and he's ignored every single one of the calls. You know what? I'm sick of it. We haven't done anything together in the past 2 weeks and I miss him. Couples are supposed to spend time with each other right? I am going to visit him tonight whether he likes it or not. I'm not going to just agree with him ignoring me. Who does he think he is? For the past two weeks I've tolerated it, thinking I would be overly attached if I would visit him and ask for an explanation, but I think after two fucking weeks I have the right to say something about it. I don't care what he'll think of me. 

I grab my books from the desk with a big sigh. Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn around to see Zayn. What the hell. "What?" I snap at him. Zayn just smirks as he says, "Don't we have something to finish?' I shudder at the thought. He's referring to that one time I kissed him here on campus, the time Niall saw me and we got in a fight.

"No, we don't." I say as I try to push past him. "Not so fast, miss." Zayn says, grabbing my arms to prevent me from leaving. "Zayn! Fucking asshole!" I scream in his face, hoping somebody heard me since we're in the public library on campus. I hear footsteps behind me and mentally bless the person who pushed Zayn off me before he could do something I would regret. The person throws Zayn out of the library, whispers something in Zayn's ear and Zayn runs off with fear in his eyes. 

The boy turns around quickly before making an attempt to walk away before I can say something, but I've already stopped him. I spin him around to thank him but I am cut off by seeing a familiar face. "I've seen you in London." I say, surprise clear in my voice. "Yeah, you walked into my friend's room." He smiles, his eyes roaming around the room refusing to look at me. 

"Somehow you looked familiar." I keep studying his face, probably making him uncomfortable but I'm so sure I know him, but from what. The boy stays quiet as I keep thinking of where I know him from. 

A minute later I shake my head, still not knowing the answer. "You know never mind. Thank you for saving me from that guy, he's dangerous." I tell him, holding my hand out for him to shake. He does as he answers my thanks with a smile and walks away quickly. 

What is going on? Where the hell do I know him from? God this is annoying. Really this question is going to be on my mind 24/7 until I know the answer. I sigh as I pick up my books that have fallen on the floor. I throw my backpack over my shoulder and walk out, going straight to my car and driving home to make dinner. I'm starving and I could really use a calming cup of tea. I roll my eyes as I head down the road. I'm so typical English. 

At home I make myself some lasagna. Not wanting to make a great effort on dinner, the only thing I put in there aside from cheese, puff pastry and tomato , is some meat. I bake it in the oven and eat it straight out of the bowl as I'm leaning against the counter. I rush to clean up the dishes and put my books in place and head out straight to Niall's after I've done so. 

In no time I'm standing in front of his door. Hopping from one foot to the other from the nerves that have suddenly built up in my stomach during the short trip here. I'm still doubting if I should really walk in and ask for an explanation but as I think of how much I've missed him the doubts seem to disappear in thin air. I lift my arm up to knock and mentally push myself to just slam my knuckles against the wooden door in front of me. I do so and the door flies open, revealing a messy Niall. He's got sweats on and his hair sticks out everywhere on his head, dark circles around his eyes and a deep frown covering his face.