Eccentric (Niall Horan)

Chapter 8

I help bring Maya her suitcase into the guest house. Cassandra wanted Maya and Dean to stay in the house, but Jason insisted that they should have their own space without the family to intrude on anything.

"Thank you so much, the bag was too heavy for me. But I now feel embarrassed that you were able to carry it" Maya laughs and I drop it beside the door.

"It's alright, just gaining that little muscle" I joke and Dean follows in behind Christian.

"Alright thank you guys, I'll see you in the morning" Dean says and Christian and I say our good nights before walking back to the house.

"So you think their going to do it?" Christian asks as he walks beside me.

"What?" My voice comes out more of a squeak than a question.

"On you know" He smirks.

"Make love? Of course their in a relationship, why wouldn't they" I say making Christian laugh.

"Oh Century only you would say that. I meant as in fuck until their brains are out" I shudder at his choice of words.

"Chris, your so" I don't even think about finishing that sentence. He can be so nasty though. At first I thought it was a natural Spanish gene that Latinos have but knowing Dean. Christian isn't the only one.

"On come on. Don't tell me you wouldn't do that?" He says and we stop in front of the back door. "You wouldn't fuck your boyfriend until he's over the edge" I roll my eyes at him.

"No I wouldn't" I push his shoulder.

"Your telling me that if you had your boyfriend alone in a house like that" He points to the guest house. "You wouldn't fuck him when you could? Hell I would fuck my girl at every part of that house if I could" He exaggerates and it scares me.

"First of all, I don't have a boyfriend. Second, I wouldn't do that because I would like a relationship where he's romantic and respectful to me. I would like to stay up late and talk all night with him, not fuck him as you put it" I explain and Christian bursts out laughing. "What?" I whine and push him again.

"Are you straight?" I punch him in the arm. "I'm kidding I'm just, do you even know the guys of our generation. It's hard to find guys like that. You either have to be desperate to get one or be lucky" He says and walks into the house.

I stay outside for a moment longer and stare at the guest house. The lights go off and I know now they went off to bed. I look up at the moon and picture myself back when I was at holland. Looking up at the beautiful night. The light illuminating the porch. Illuminating the people. Illuminating Niall and shining on his blue blazing eyes.

Did I just think of that?

Gulping I walk into the house and make my way up the stairs and into my room, quickly locking it. My back leans on the door and I sigh picking up my plaid pajamas and white tank top.

The last thing I think of when I fall asleep is the sight of a pair of blue eyes staring right back into mine.

That next morning, I wake up at 5:30. My alarm goes off and when I get up I change into a pair of black spandex pants and sports bra under my gray sweater. I take a hair tie from my bathroom and tie my hair into a ponytail, a headband keeping my strands of hair together.

Quickly making my bed I take my phone and earbuds with me then jog downstairs. In this time of morning, everyone is still asleep and thirty minutes from now they'll be rising shine. Even though right now it's still pretty dark outside.

I take a glass of water and swallow it down before I take my morning run.

By the time it's six. I have ran through my neighborhood, through town, and back around my neighborhood. Right now I'm running back from the exit of Green Bay. It's lucky for me that I know this place from the palm of my hand. I grew up here. I was raised here.

When I have made my turn into to the street in which leads to North Field, I slow down at the corner. No one is really out yet at this time but I see a car parked outside a house and a man leaning down to speak to someone. Taking a full stop I recognize who they are. Louis I think his name was, is in the passenger seat talking with the man. The man is Dr. Gallagher, Jason's friend whose also a doctor.

The reason I stopped was because I recognized the blonde hair sitting in the drivers seat.

Niall is leaning oh his fist on the window, and he has his hand on the wheel. At first he doesn't knowledge me standing on the corner of the street. He seems concentrated with the sight in front of him. But when I take a step forward I trip on a crack it causes a few rocks to flick against the concrete floor. That makes Niall look at me and my body stiffens. He looks shocked when he sees me, his back straightens and he lets his fist drop.

I break away his gaze and continue jogging down the road. Why is he here this early, on my street? What was Louis doing talking with Dr. Gallagher? Why did they shake hands?

I wonder if Jason knows Louis and Niall. Could they be his patients? No, they live in Holland. Jason's hospital is here, in Green Bay.

Curiosity takes me over and I turn around for only a moment. He was looking at me. He was still looking at me. I feel so insecure about myself just knowing that Niall had his eyes on me. And still probably does.

My heart is pounding even faster against my chest, and I know that it isn't because I have been running for the past hour. This time I sprint to my house wanting to get out of Niall's view, but at the same time I don't want to. Just the fact that he is checking me out makes my stomach bubble in great pleasure.

Flipping the door open, I enter my house and shut it behind me. Walking into the kitchen I grab the same glass and pour it with water. Surprisingly no one is up yet so I decide to go into the gym. Grabbing my phone from my pocket I plug it into the speakers, letting the first song blast through the gym.

Standing in front of the mirror that covers the whole entire room, I close my eyes as the first song comes to play.

It starts off slow and steady, then a new beat comes to play. Recognizing it my body moves with the beat. It begins to get louder and intense making every part of my body to move along with the different beats. My body sways from here to there, and my feet make it's own little pattern.

Finding the confidence in me, I open my eyes and watch the way my body moves along with song. When I stare into my eyes, I don't see mine. Instead I see Niall's, I see his eyes, I see his face. The song playing grows quicker and I seem to be out of breath now. I spin on my feet and close my eyes again.

"Century" I hear his voice.

"Century!" The music stops and I collapse on the floor. I've never known anyone to be so cold and quiet like Niall.

"Century you okay?" It's Jacob. I look up at him and I have him hovering over me attempting to help me up but I'm not giving in. All I can think of is the way Niall wandered his way onto my mind.