I'm Not Ready

Chapter 8.

*About half hour into the game*

"So Sarah, last round, truth or dare?" Niall asked.

"Truth?" I replied cautiously.

"Tell us why you were crying when we met you."

Oh.

Here it goes...

"Wait you were crying?" Zayn asked, shocked.

"Tell us who made you cry!" Louis defended me.

"Yea. Why were you crying? "Liam asked.

"Love, what made you cry, tell us." Harry said.

"I... I can't tell you." I stammered.

"You can't or you won't?" Niall asked.

"I...I- won't."

"Why won't you tell us love?" Liam asked warmly.

"It's kinda personal..." I said, trailing off.

"Don't worry, you can trust us. We won't tell anyone." Zayn reassured me.

Just then, the door burst open, revealing 4 strange yet familiar girls.

They were Eleanor, Sophia, Perrie and Jessica. They were Louis' ,Liam's, Zayn's and Harry's girlfriends. They were all I yearned to be.

"Who's this?" Perrie asked questioningly.

"This, love, is our new friend," Zayn said, standing up and walking towards Perrie.

"Yep,"Liam continued," Girls, meet Sarah."

A few "hi" and "hello" were said as they introduced themselves which was totally unnecessary.

"Hi." I said shyly. "My name is Sarah. Nice to meet you guys."

"Well, we'll love to stay and chat but we are beat." Sophia said apologetically.

"Yea. El and Jessica went to model practice, Sophia went to dance practice and Perrie had a concert." Liam explained. Turning toward the girls, he said, "You hugs should wash up."

The boys kissed their girls and off the girls went to their respective rooms upstairs.

"Since their back," Harry said," We should go to bed."

"Ok"

"Remember! Sarah's gonna sleep with Niall!" Louis reminded us, winking.

Urgh.

I thought it was just a game.

I thought they'll forget about it.

Guess not.

Laughing, Liam said,"You can borrow some clothes from the girls."

"Ok"

Shouting, Harry said,"Can someone lend Sarah some clothes?!"

"Why?" Jessica asked.

"Well Niall lost a dare and Niall's gonna sleep with Sarah tonight." Zayn answered.

"Cone on, Love, I'll give you some clothes to change into." Jessica gestured towards her room.

Following her, I stepped into her room - no- their room. She picked out an over-sized shirt and small shorts and gave it to me.

"Here, I think you van wear one of mine's."

"Thank you so much." I replied politely.

"The rest room's this way," she said gesturing towards on of the doors.

I stepped in and looked the door. When I took off my denim jacket and my green shirt, I turned around, wanting to slip on the over-sized shirt, I saw myself in the mirror.

I'm so ugly.

Why do they even like me?

Signing I quickly slipped on the shirt, wanting to quickly cover up my hideous body. The shirt came all the way to my mid-thighs and when I slipped on the shorts, it looks as if I wasn't wearing any pants at all.

After changing my clothes and folding them into a neat pile, I unlocked the door, to see Niall there waiting for me.

"Hey." He greeted me. He was wearing a pair of sweats without a shirt on.

"Hi" I replied.

"Erm... I like your shirt," He complimented.

Smiling, I looked down as my face turned red with embarrassment.

He brought me up to his room. His room was plainly decorated with a queen - sized bed and a wardrobe beside it. Opposite the wardrobe, there was a table filled with lots of paper and pens and pencils.

Guess that's where he write his songs...

"You can put your clothes in the wardrobe," he ordered as he opened the wardrobe signalling me to put my clothes in.

"Come sit." He told me as he patted the empty space on his bed.

Awkwardly, I chambered onto the bed.

"Can we, like, chat? For a while?"

"Sure."

_ _ _

*About 15 minutes into the talk*

"So you're saying you don't have much friends in school?"

"Well, I don't have any friends in school!" I said laughing.

We were sitting on he bed, chatting just like what he wanted. He was sprawled on the bed, lying on his back. I was just sitting there cross-legged

"Why not?"

"Well, cause I'm really quiet in school."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"I doubt that."

"Why would you doubt that? Am I not that kind of person?"

"Well, you're nice to talk to..." He trailed off. Then he blushed furiously just like me.

"You think?"

"Yea."

"Well. Maybe we should go to sleep." He suggested. Nodding my head, I layed down under the blanket which he gave me.