Love at First Tweet

Chapter Eight

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Isabella's POV**

It's been a couple of weeks since the accident. My cuts and bruises are way better. Plus, Niall and I haven't even talked about the almost-kiss thing. Over the weeks, Me, Lauren, and the guys have been hanging out a lot. It's been pretty fun. Harry and Lauren are getting closer and so are Niall and I. I'm hoping to get this cast off this week, who knows? I have a doctors appointment in a few days. So maybe then I could get it off.

I'm never home alone since Lauren insists on being here with me 24/7. She is such a good friend, and I don't know what I would do without her. Niall visits me everyday to make sure I'm alright. I really wish we could be more than friends, but we've never talked about it. The boys always joke on the two of us, I think it's funny.

"You should really get out of the house, El," Niall suggests and he sits beside me on my bed. I swear this boy has a thousand nicknames for me!

"It's hard to walk," I pout. It really is because I've never really walked on it except for going to bathroom or shower. 

"That's why you need to start walking so it's easier for you," He takes out his hand and helps me to my feet. "No worry, I'll catch you if you fall,"  He says and smiles. I can't help but get nervous around him.

"You better," I giggle and try to make my first step. I'll got it! Just need to start going faster. "Damn it!" I sigh.

"Come on, you can do it," He grabs my waist and supports me. "I won't let go, just keep walking," I blushed and he seemed to notice. Crap! Stop blushing Ella! 

"You're cute when you blush," He says and smirks. I blushed even more. Darn! I probably looked bright as a fucking tomato. Curse you, Hot-Irish-Boy!

I took a couple of more steps and almost got the hang of it. After a few minutes I finally made it to the living room where everyone was sitting down watching tv. Everyone's eyes locked on Niall's arm around my waist. I looked down and blushed more. 

"What did we miss?" Louis said and smiled at us. 

"I'm just helping her to walk, Louis," Niall said without even blushing or smiling. My heart started hurting. He didn't like it? Shut up Ella! You don't have a chance with him anyways! I hate having fights with myself. 

Niall helped me onto the couch where I sat next to him and Lauren. He removed his arm around my waist and I frowned mentally. I can't help but like him. It's too hard not to. I feel lonely without his touch. Ella, stop being cheesy. But it's true! 

I heard a loud beep and turned my head to see Niall recieving a text from a girl named Janine. Me being a complete stalker I looked at the text from her. It said 'haii niall <3 i miss u babe!' and he smiled to the text. I wanted to cry, right here right now. Did he have a girlfriend? He told me he liked me then never tells me he is in a relationship? That fucking liar! He did play with my feelings! I tried to stand up but I fell to my knees. Fuck! 

"Ella!" Niall said and tries to help me up. I slap his hand away hard.

"Don't ever touch me again you fucking bastard!" Tears started flowing from my eyes and I started to crawl back to my room. I didn't care everyone was staring at me, probably thinking I'm crazy. But he lied to me. That's what really hurts. 

"Ella..." Niall said calmly which walking up behind me. "Ella what's wrong?" He walks closer but I didn't let him. I got on my knees and shoved him. 

"Just go!" My voice cracked and I started to cry. I shook my head and crawled into my room. I slammed it and locked it before anyone got the chance of stopping me. 

I curled up in a ball on the floor and let my tears fall. I can't believe this. I can't believe he lied to me. He said he liked me. He said he wasn't trying to play with my feelings. He said he doesn't want a girlfriend because he thinks something bad will happen. Well why did he smile? Why did that girl call him babe? Why do I care?

Maybe I shouldn't have been so rude to him. Maybe he did have a good excuse. I shouldn't have yelled at him like that. I mean, what if he actually has feelings for me. Ah, who the hell am I kidding?

I calmed myself down and grabbed my iPod. I took a picture of me and added a caption that said 'This is the face of a girl who forgives easily. Don't be one of them.' and clicked send onto Twitter. 

I froze when I saw that I got a tweet from someone. Someone named Janine. Is it her? I was confused then read the tweet. It said 'You nasty bitch! You stay away from Niall, you don't deserve him. You're the sluttiest whore I've ever seen and need to stay away from him. And if I ever see you with him again, I'll personally make your life so horrible you'll wish you'd never been born. He's mine!'. It is her! That stuck-up bitch! I replied back 'Don't worry, bitch. You can have him,' and clicked send. 

This is going to be a very interesting summer. Is that a good thing? Maybe. Is that a bad thing? Maybe. Guess I'll never know.