One Direction: A Hot Mess

Chapter 8

Niall's POV

I stared at my phone and clicked on my inbox yet again. No new messages blinked at me. Mocking me.

“Nialllllll,” Liam called from the couch. “Where are youuuuu?”

I laughed. “Li, I'm right over here.”

“Well come over here. I wanna talk to you!” I could here the pout in his voice.

I got off the stool I was on and carried my muffin over to the couch. Liam sat there staring at the TV. Which was off by the way.

“Um do you want that on?”

He snapped his head towards me. “No,” he mumbled. “We have to talk.”

I was suddenly nervous. “Yeah?”

“Why are you always checking your phone lately?”

I gulped. “Ummmmmm...”

“You can tell me Niall.” His brown eyes were big and wide and he had a little pout. Damn his puppy face!

“Um well.” And then I began to speak very fast, “Well the other night at Lights I met this girl and not just any girl a really pretty girl. And she's nice too and everything and I think she likes me too and she gave me her number. And I didn't want to text her or call her cuz I thought she's reject me cuz that makes more sense than that she wouldn't, reject me you know. That she actually likes me is improbable but anyways I was scared and I didn't want to and I waited a night or so but then I was like 'Niall, be a man!' So I texted her yesterday. And I like took an hour to figure out what to say, those texts take time. And she still hasn't replied! Like I did it late last night so okay maybe she was asleep. But it's been all day and she still hasn't texted me back. And I feel terrible I mean I know she saw the message and laughed and deleted it right away! But no she gave me her number. So she wants me to call right? Maybe she has a boyfriend. No, Rachel wouldn't flirt with me...was that even flirting? I don't even know flirting! But maybe she got a boyfriend last night on the way home I mean you know, she's very attractive and I'm so worried! What if he's a dick? Or worse! A kidnapper! What if she's kidnapped and needs my help and where is she and what's the police's number...GAH!” I chucked my now buzzing phone across the room and screamed like a little girl.

Liam was looking at me like a lost my mind. And I probably had. And then I heard the muffled buzzing from where my phone had landed in the rug. I stared at it.

“Niall, pick it up!” Liam yelled.

I dove off my seat and threw myself across the room. I landed next to it and grabbed it, pressing “Accept” without even looking to see who it was.

“Hello?” I said, out of breath.

“Niall?” a voice said on the other end. Rachel!

“Rachel! Hi,” I said.

“Niall, I feel so bad that I'm only getting back to you now. I forgot to charge my phone and it died last night. Then I left early this morning to go on a day trip with my friend and I hadn't had a chance to check it all day. I just plugged it into the charger and saw the text from you. So hi...by the way.”

I laughed. “Hi,” I said again. I heard laughing on the other end, and I felt something tighten in the pit of my stomach.

Woah that was weird. But she doesn't hate me! As this dawned on me I jumped up off of the rug and did a little happy dance.

Don't judge me.

“Niall? You still there?”

“Yeah, I'm here babe.” I was once again kind of breathless. Apparently I need to work out a little more.