Expect The Unexpected Liar

Deep Breaths ~ Chapter 3

//Deep Breaths//

~Chapter 3~

"Niall! Wake up, man! We're going to be late if you don't get your arse outta' bed." Louis shouted in my ear, shaking my arm. It was our fourth day of camp. Somehow, Louis always got up before me and I could never bother myself to set an alarm. I would just snooze it anyways. I swatted him away for about the tenth time this morning. "Fine." He grumbled.

I felt his hands at my feet and he was yanking me towards the edge. He jokingly started singing some wake up song as my body was about to be dropped off the edge of the bed. I started laughing, trying to crawl back up and away from him. 

Seeing as I was going to fall off the bed if I didn't do something, I gripped his fingers in mine and pulled him towards me, effectively stopping him from dropping me three feet down onto hardwood floors. I swear everything slowed down when he tripped and toppled down right on top of me.

His chest moved against mine as he breathed, our noses would bump if I leaned forward. His grayish blue eyes found my own blue eyes, and I remembered I still had his fingers clasped in my own. My hand felt warm where his tanned, long fingers were. He looked like an angel lying above me. 

For those few seconds I lost control of my body, I was putty in his hands. I could hardly find the words to say if I tried. His eyes were so captivating, so mesmerizing. He was beautiful. Suddenly he cleared his throat and pulled his fingers away from my grasp. "I-I'll, erm, meet you down in the cafeteria for breakfast." He stuttered quickly, pulling away from me and scurring out the door. 

I sat up properly and dropped my head in my hands. I wished he hadn't run off, but at the same time, I was glad he did. If we had been like that for another second I'm positive I would've kissed him. I'm still not sure if that would've been a good or bad thing.

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A week had passed by since the incident that morning. Louis'd been avoiding me ever since. Every morning he'd wake me up twenty minutes before breakfast started, but he'd leave instead of waiting for me to get ready. Harry would always save a seat for me at his and Louis' table because it always filled up. I'd sit next to Harry and eat my meal silently as the rest of the table, including Louis, laughed and ate, completely ignoring my excitstence. 

I tagged along with Harry most of the time. He turned out ot be one of the funniest guys I'd ever met, well besides that brown haired angel. And we actually got along really well. Whenever I was with Harry, Louis always found some excuse to be somewhere else. He had plenty of friends around here he didn't need me. 

"Louis?" I asked timidly, it was pitch black in our room, way past curfew. But I knew he wasn't asleep. After almost two weeks of sleeping in the same room as him, I'd found that once he was asleep his breathing calmed and he snored a bit. 

I heard him let out an annoyed sigh, "What Niall?" He snapped. I flinched at his harsh tone. My stomach tied itself in knots at hearing him so annoyed with me. "I-I was, uh, I just-" I couldn't control my voice and I had no idea what I was going to say. My mind went blank.

"I'm-" I heard him groan a bit, "Stop talking, Niall, just shut the fuck up. Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even think about me. I don't know what happened last week, but it wasn't supposed to. I'm not a fucking fag, like you." He growled. 

His breathing never evened out that night, he didn't snore like he usually did. I wasn't sure if he could hear my sniffling. I tried to calm down, but I couldn't. My heart was aching, my stomach in knots. I thought I was going to throw up. Silent tears ran down my face. No one besides my father had ever said anything like that to me. I'd never felt so alone until that night.