6th hour came along so that meant time to talk to Niall. I honestly wanted to know what he meant, because it honestly hurt my feelings hearing that we couldn't be friends because apparently we're different.
I walk into the lab to see Niall sitting at the counter with a paper in his face.
"What's wrong with you?" I say sharply. I honestly didn't mean to sound so harsh, but it just came out that way.
He quickly snaps out of what he's doing and looks up at me. "What do you mean, 'what's wrong with me'?" He responds, slight anger in his voice.
"You know exactly what I mean. Today. At lunch." I say.
"You know what, why does this matter so much to you anyway? Why can't we just get this project over with, and go back to being strangers?" He snaps at me.
"Because I- Well I don't exactly know why this means so much to me!" I say, questioning the actual reason behind why I care this much. "Maybe it's because I want to know you. Maybe I don't want us to be strangers.." I blurt out.
He stared at me for what seemed to be a minute, then gave a small sarcastic laugh. "Bailie, why would you ever want to know me?" He asked, shaking his head.
I look to the ground trying to find a reasonable answer until suddenly we were interupted by the teacher.
"You two need to stop talking and get to work! I can easily fail both of you." She says, walking by our table.
I turn to whisper to him. "How about I come over after school? You know, to work on this and everything.." I suggest.
"Alright, I guess you could.. What about your parents?"
"I'll let them know. Don't worry." I say.
.....
School's let out with a bell and Niall and I walk out to his bus. We ride in silence until we got to his house. We walk in, and we pull off our shoes, leaving them at the door, walking upstairs into his room.
"So," I begin. "you asked me why I'd ever want to know you.. And the answer is because I like you, Niall."
He stops in his tracks and turns to face me. "Wait, what?"
I give a small smile, trying to make everything feel less awkward.
"You like me? Are you being serious, or are you just messing with me?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I'm being serious. Honestly, I am." I assure him.
"Wow.. I thought you hated me." He said, scratching the back of his head.
"Where'd you get that idea?" I asked, surprised.
"I don't know.. I just kinda figured that you didn't like who I was, and everything.."
"Sure, I've had doubts about the way you acted, but it's just because of what you've been doing.. Ya know, when you were flirting with Faith and Kaela, and beat that kid up that one day.." I answer.
He slightly shakes his head. "I was never flirting with them. It started out with me just trying to make friends with Faith; which didn't work out, and I was only with Kaela the other day because I was trying to get rid of the rumour that was going around about you and I, only because I thought it was hurting you.." He responds.
"Oh. Well, what about you beating that guy up?" I question him, crossing my arms.
"He was making fun of me, alright? About my familly, where I come from, how I look.. It hurt. I only did it because he was being a dick. I have feelings too, but no one around here seems to get that." He finishes, clenching his fists.
Without thinking, I placed my hand on his. "I get it." I say.
He looks up at me, face softening. I give him a reasurring smile, trying to calm him down, which seemed to be working.
"You do?"
"Of course. Niall, I don't think you understand how much I really, really like you.. I get that you're more than what everyone sees of you. I'm so proud of how strong you are. You are an amazing guy who-" I say, inturrupted by a pair of soft lips brushing against mine. They were incredible, and so gentle.. I loved it. They're just how I imagined them to be. Perfect.
