"Hey Brenda, I want to see u on the playground okay? Don't be late. I just wanted to hang out with you before I leave :)" -Niall
So I quickly wore my vans and varsity jacket and ran outside after I recieved his text. Niall will be leaving tomorrow, and I won't be seeing him for two years for One Direction's world tour concert. We're kind of friends actually, can you believe I'm hanging out with the Niall Horan. Girls are jealous of me because of what? Because of him. I'm not bragging or anything, but why me?
I saw him sitting on the swing and looking at his cellphone. I wasn't able to reply to him because I wanted to surprise him. I quietly walked around him and hid behind a tree.
"Please reply." he said and sighed.
I have been quite stubborn for a few days now.But we had this fight a week ago. Believe it or not, I confronted him about our friendship.
//FLASHBACK//
"So you're saying you don't like Nandos?" he asked me.
"I'm not saying I don't, it's just that, don't you ever get tired eating there?"
"No." he pouted. "Do you?"
"A little." I smiled. He messed up my red hair which made my blue beanie fell infront of me.
"That's your loss." he grabbed my blue beanie and wore it. Incorrectly.
"That's not how you wear that." I removed it from his hair and fixed it again. "That's how you wear it."
"Thanks Brenda. What would I do without you?"
I giggled in seconds and looked at him seriously. His eyes. Those deep bright damn blue eyes, which I somehow get hypnotized and stare at him for seconds. What is this boy's problem?
"What?"
"Who paid you to do this?" I asked him. Yes, I am confronting him now.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me Niall. We were never this close before not until last three months."
"Don't you want that? I'm being friendly?"
"No, that's not the point. The point is, I was just sitting allalone there and then you sat next to me. Isn't it strange?"
"What's strange? That I'm being friends with you?" he pouted. How adorable.
"No, I'm very happy, but," I paused "Why me?"
"I still don't get it."
"Of all the girls, the popular, the cool, the sassy, even the nerds, but why did you became friends with me, a normal kid in the school, no, I'm not the normal type, much more of a dead kid."
"So you're questioning about me being friends with you?"
"No! I mean yes--I don't know." I covered m face. "I've just thought about it for a long time now."
"And I thought you're different."
"Me? That's why liked me? To be friends with me? Cause I'm different?"
"No, don't take this to the wrong way--"
"What? Tell me Niall."
"Look, can you just fucking listen to me?!"
"I am Niall! You're the one messing things up!" we're shoutng. I don't like this.
"Me?! You're cutting everything I'm trying to explain!"
"But why won't you just tell me?!"
"Can you just pipe you little mouth down?! Why are you so stupid?! No wonder you're a dead kid at school!"
