You Can Save My Heart, Niall Horan. (Chapter Three)

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It was around one a.m. and I was lying in bed, staring up at my ceiling. Kaylie never came home which I kind of expected anyways considering she usually sleeps over Andy’s place when she sees him late.

I bet you’re wondering what happened with Niall, right? Well, I told him that the reason I cried was because my head hurt more. I know I lied to him. I know I should’ve told him the real reason, but I just couldn’t. He may not ever hurt me, but I’ve been pretty much thrown under a bus, if you will. I can’t let him in. Although, I did give him my number because as he said before we got off Skype, “If you wanna talk, I’m only a phone call away.” He’s honestly one of the sweetest and most caring people I’ve ever met. I finally fell asleep after being deep in thought about Niall.

When I woke up, the sun was shining through my curtains, into my face. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, checking my phone. 11:04am. Cool. I had a message from Kaylie.

Hey, gurlll! Andy leaves tomorrow for a weekend with his parents so, I’m staying the night again. Miss&love you!

Psh, she’s once again, leaving me alone. I looked through my other texts and saw one from an unkown number. I opened it, and immediately smiled.

Good morning, beautiful! I hope you slept well. I would really like to see you again. I’ll be on Skype around 12:30 if you’re up for it. ;) –Nialler

I giggled and replied.

Well, Mr. Horan, looks like we’ve got a Skype-Date. See you in a bit!

I quickly got up, going over to my dresser and picked out some clothes, then rushed into my bathroom to shower. Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around me and blow-dried my hair, then straightened it. I put on my high-waist shorts and tucked my plaid button up shirt, into them. I braided my hair to the side, and pinned my bangs back. I finished the look with a folded up bandana.

I checked the time and it was 12:20. I turned on my laptop and ran back into the bathroom to put on some foundation, blush, eyeliner and mascara. When I was pleased with myself, I walked into me room and sat on my bed. I logged onto Skype, and waited for Niall. I calmed down a bit, and the “Incoming call” popped up on my screen. I clicked ‘Accept’ and Niall’s wonderful face lit up my screen. I smiled and waved.

“Hey, Nialler.” He had his mouth slightly open and his eyes were as wide as basketballs. “Is.. is everything okay? I’m sorry if I look so bad that you can’t talk. I can go if you want..” I was about to close my laptop when I heard, “No!”

I looked up at him and his face was becoming red. “I mean, no. I’m sorry. You just left me speechless. You’re so beautiful, Sam.” I almost cried. No one has said that to me before. I tried not to let any tears slip.

“Thank you, Niall.” I was honestly blushing like crazy, especially when I continued, “You look beautiful, too”.

He laughed, “Why, thank you! So, what’re you doing today, love?” I thought about it for a second and answered him. “Honestly? Nothing. My roommate is at her boyfriend’s house and is staying there overnight again.”

His smile grew bigger. “Well, you have plans now.” I looked at him, confused. “Yeah? Says who?”

Just then, 4 other people jumped up from behind the couch Niall was sitting on. “US!”

I stared at my laptop and literally stopped breathing.

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