Eccentric (Niall Horan)

Chapter 4

He runs towards me and stops only a few feet away from me. His breathing is uncontrollably fast. He leans on one leg and places his hands on his hips.

"Are you okay?" His voice is so pleasant. I never thought I would hear it, but now that I do it's like music to my ears. He is so full of mysteries that when I discover one he never doubts to amaze me.

"Are you crying?" He steps closer with his eyebrows furrowed. I gulp and he looks past me clearing his throat then turning me around. With his hand firmly pressed against my lower back he opens the door to a room and turns the light switches on. A shock of electricity runs through my veins. Niall shuts the doors behind us after I have examined the room.

It's a bedroom with a black tiled floor. Posters of women in bikini are posted against the wall, there is a small bed opposite the wall I'm at, a desk sits right next to the bed. The closet is to my right and the last things are the stereos neatly lined.

"What the hell happened back there?" Niall shouts and I turn around to face him. His face shows no emotion and at some point I wished that I could know what he is feeling right now, at this right moment. Why is he shouting at me anyways?

"Are you going to fucking answer me?" Niall shouts and I take a step back. He notices my reaction and unclenches his fists keeping his strong figure and angry face. His chest is rising from his breathing and his shoulders are less tense. I can still feel his hand pressed against my back, his long fingers pressing into me.

"I-I"

"I leave to get a cup of water and come back and your gone? I was searching for you when that guy came onto you" He explains and I lower my head keeping my eyes on him and sucking on my bottom lip.

"Don't look at me like that" He doesn't shout but he has a loud voice.

"Look at you like what?" I ask and his jaw tenses. He doesn't say anything else after that, he simply stares at me and his Adam's apple bobs. After a few more moments he groans and opens the door revealing a Spanish guy with his arm raised ready to knock.

"Not now Miguel!" Niall shouts and he shuts the door in front of his face.

"How did you know he was going to knock?" I ask my eyebrows narrowing.

"He knocked" Niall says simply.

"No he didn't?"

"Whatever, let's just go okay" He demands and opens the door again looking behind him to make sure I follow. And I do, so he guides me through the crowd turning his head every now and then to assure I'm still there. When he stops at the door, he turns to look at me his eyes raking my body. Somehow I feel very insecure.

"Did it not fit?" He points to my shirt and I glance at what I'm wearing.

"Yeah, it just exposes to much" I reply shyly.

"What other shirt are going to change into when you leave then?" I hadn't thought about that, I was just hoping the top Giselle gave me wouldn't be so slutty for me to feel uncomfortable. "Here," Niall says and reaches for something next to the doorway and pulls a white large tank top. He tosses it to me and I quickly catch it in my hands. "So you don't get the shirt your wearing wet" he licks his lips and walks away back to his seat. I take a step out of the house and move to the corner, slowly making sure no one is looking. When mostly everyone is in the pool and Niall on his phone again, I quickly pull my shirt off and pull the tank top on my torso.

The tank top is large but at least it doesn't expose much. There's a peace sign on fire in the middle with no color. It's smells like smoke, could this be Niall's?