Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 21-We Make Up And We Break Up All The Time

Niall's POV

I ran through the streets frantically looking for her. How can she be so un-cautious? Especially when she just almost raped!

It was starting rain even harder now. "KYNA!" I shouted over the noises of the street. A few people turned to look at me.

I kept running. I saw a figure huddled in front a coffee shop. Please let it be Kyna.

Kyna's POV

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I wiped my eyes before looking up. A guy about maybe 19 or 20 stood in front of me. "Who are you?" I sniffled.

"I should be asking you that. This is my shop," he said gesturing to the bakery.

"Oh, sorry."

He sat down next to me.

"So why's a pretty Irish girl like you doing crying in the middle of the streets in America at 12 am?" he asked.

"I came on tour with a band called One Direction to be Niall's slave," I told him.

"So why are you crying? Is America that bad?" he joked.

I let out a small laugh. "Yep!" I popped the p, and smiled. He frowned. "I'm just kidding. Liam was my boyfriend. And then his ex came into the picture. And, I might've possibly fallen in love with my 'enemy' who happens to be his best mate."

"Wow, that sucks. Hold on a minute."

He ran into the bakery.

He came back out in about a minute with a giant baguette.

"Here. This is my favorite bread to make, so I'm always happy when I make it. Hopefully my happy vibes will transfer to you," he said smiling. "Would you like to come in and sit?" he offered.

"No thanks. I should get going, I don't want to worry the rest of the boys. Thanks for listening to me. And for the bread," I smiled.

"Here's my number. Ring me if you need some bread or any other pastries. You're not allowed to go anywhere else!" he said with a serious face. He handed me his business card.

"So every time I need pastries, I have to fly America?" I laughed. He nodded.

"When I'm famous I'll recommend you to my fans. Okay?" I compromised. He smiled and nodded.

Niall's POV

So that figure ended up being a hobo... I was now soaked and freezing.

I finally saw Kyna. Standing there and laughing with some bloke. I ran over there.

"Kyna!"

"Niall! You're soaked! Were you looking for me this entire time?" she asked.

"Yes! And, then when I find you; you're standing here laughing not having a care in the world with some random bloke off the street!" I yelled angrily. She furrowed her brows.

"Sorry? He was just trying to cheer me up with bread," she said waving her baguette.

I sighed, "Let's just go," I said taking her hand, and started pulling her after me.

"Bye sir! Thanks for the bread!" she called after her.

"Bye! Remember your promise!"

She smiled and nodded.

We walked a bit until she ripped her hand out of mine. "Stop doing this Niall."

"What?"

"You act like you care about me, then you tell me you hate me. Now, you come out in the pouring rain for me?"