Accepted. [discontinued]

Chapter Thirteen.

A very late update but I very much hope that this chapter makes up for all the waiting!

As this is the longest chapter I have come up with it is dedicated to inadreamworld!

Enjoy!

~A 

For a guy, Louis had been awfully patient during the time I had taken to dress up which had been the rest of the afternoon. After going through my closet a numerous times I had chosen a pale cami top paired with a dark cardigan to protect me from the night's cold. Louis had approved telling me that fancy is the last thing I should ever expect from Niall. After staining my lips with gloss and defining my eyes with black liner I had moved up on mission impossible: my hair. After loads of twisting and braiding I had completely given up. And that is the reason why pesky strands of my black mess are tickling my face as the wind rushes through them.

"Mind if I shut the window? You're hair...it's kind of all over the place."

I nod yes and Louis shuts the windows of his car. From my peripheral vision I am able to see Louis biting his lower lip as I do not say a word. I have hardly spent a day with him but I can tell very clearly that silence is not something Louis likes. However, I do not feel like speaking at all as a lump tightens my throat. I do not make any attempts to tame my messy strands of hair as I exhale an exasperated breath.

Horrible. Horribly horrible.

The thought makes my heart sink even lower and I resist the urge to peek at my reflection at the side mirror. I know I look horrible without the need of any evidence. I chew the inside of my cheeks and try my hardest to ignore the pieces of hair tickling every surface they touch. I feel the weary frustration merge into anger and the anger into tears.

I am so very stupid.

I think about the earlier hours I had spent trying to look presentable and feel like laughing at myself. I am Norah Leev for crying out loud! What had I been thinking?! A smear of lip gloss and a dash of eyeliner does not change the fact that I am unattractive. I feel so foolish to have even tried! My unkempt hair being a constant reminder of what my class really is, I crown myself as the queen of idiocy- that is if my hair doesn't blow the crown away!

I unconsciously tighten my grip on the large paper bag sitting on my lap. Inside the dark red paper are Niall's clothes which I had washed before I had begun 'dressing up.' Even though they had only been a shirt and sweat pants, I had pressed them straight and placed them in the paper bag in the state of neat folds. I had wondered if Niall would mind the smell of Anne's sweet flowery detergent.

Consciously, I think about Niall himself. It hurts me to reminisce his electricity filled blue eyes and madly adorable smile. I honestly cannot fathom why I am even getting this amazing opportunity to dine with him. In comparison I am so very dull against Niall's shine. I do not know why I am getting to stand next to him in the first place. It doesn't seem fair on my feelings because even though Niall maybe nice, he intimidates me.

The thought is not a relevation and I frown as I realize that it's not true. I am not intimidated by Niall. No. I have never felt that way during the short time I had got to be around him. But the odd feeling is still there. The feeling that we would never fit.

"Norah..."

Louis' voice shakes me awake from my reverie. Lost in my thoughts I had not even realized that Louis had been fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat this whole time. I instantly feel bad for putting him through  the weighed silence.

"Yes?"

"Norah..." He repeats my name before sighing. "The only...the only reason why I would not compliment you is...it's because you wouldn't believe me."