I tried to stop thinking about how annoyed I was; driving mad never ended well for me.
I refused to use a GPS, convincing her I could find where I was going.
"Niall!" she exclaimed, turning my annoyance to fear and confusion quickly. "You were supposed to turn there!" she continued, and I glanced in my rearview mirrors. It was where I was supposed to turn, but I wouldn't admit defeat in front of her.
"I'm getting a milkshake first," I scoffed, turning into the McDonald's parking lot. Normally me and my lazy self would take the drive-thru, but I wanted so badly to be out of that car.
My mom, and her's, had forced me to take Anna to some concert in the city. She had no one else to take her and no car, so I wasn't going to let her drive mine.
So I was stuck.
We had never liked each other, and that was just how it had to be.
She locked the doors as soon as I slammed mine, and I didn't need to turn around for her to see the hatred in my eyes.
I went as slowly as I could, using the bathroom and such to make her even more late.
When I got back to the car, she said nothing as I pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road.
The theater was only a few more minutes away, but as soon as she made one comment to me, the car stopped. She had said something about my nerve and audacity that I had.
My tires halted on an empty road between two main ones.
"Get out," I spat, and she made a confused noise.
"What?" she screeched. I turned to look at her, reaching over and pushing open her door.
"Get. Out!" I yelled, pushing her right out of the seat. She yelped, landing on the ground.
"Have fun getting home," I smiled falsely, closing the door and speeding off.
When I got home, my mother had a quickly dimming smile for me.
"Where's Anna?" she wondered, stopping and staring at me. I shrugged.
"Who cares?" I laughed, throwing my keys on the counter, and I didn't worry.
Until the next morning when she wasn't home.
"Are you sure she's not here?" I asked her mom, feeling strangely concerned. She shook her head. I hadn't told her that I had kicked her out, but I was starting to want to forget I had ever done so.
I got in my car, seeing her phone on the floor. I cursed at myself, knowing she'd be nearly stranded without it.
I started back along the route, going much too fast and nervously biting my nails. I didn't know why I was worried, but I at least wanted to know she was alive.
I turned a corner, seeing her dull, blue sweatshirt enter my vision. I slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. I hurriedly hopped out of the car, running up to her. She widened her eyes, and I saw that she had been crying.
"I'd thought you'd died," I breathed out, placing both of my hands on her shoulders reassuringly. I felt her body tense up.
"Then why would you leave me on the street?!" she screamed angrily, and I could see the tears gather in her eyes when I looked back up at her. The sun rose higher at my back, and I wish I could see her be that bright.
"I. . ." The explanation escaped me. I would have said the obvious reason; I hated her. But that didn't feel right in my throat.
She scoffed once, shoving a hand through her hair before walking off. I stared after her, the pit of guilt growing in my stomach.
I went after her just as quickly as it grew, running in front of her and catching her in a hug. She let out a surprised noise as I pulled her closer.
"I'm sorry." Those two words from my mouth made it very obvious how I felt.
All of the frantic and strong emotions of annoyance and hate towards her had only been covering my true feelings.
I really cared, and that was very apparent to the both of us just then.
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