Chapter 5

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Niall's POV

Jessica's been really awkward around me lately. Every time I try to kiss her she would turn her head or make up a lame excuse that she had to do something important. Honestly, I don't know what I did to her, but today i'm going to settle it. I called her and told that I need to talk to her. She sounded anxious and hesitant, but she agreed. 

I picked up my cup of coffee and took gulps of it. I stared hard at the piece of paper in front of me. A list of reasons to explain to Jessica how I truly feel about her. This seems so middle school but god dammit I need to say all of this. A sigh escaped my mouth as I stared hard at the list. 

"Niall?" 

A hesitant voice spoke from the door. I blinked a few times and looked up. Standing there was Jessica. Her hair was up in a neat bun, and she was wearing a navy blue blouse with a black skirt that reached her thighs, and black open-toe heels. She look absolutely stunning in that outfit. I cleared my throat and beckoned her over. She locked the door and walked slowly over. 

"C'mon I know you can walk faster than that." A blush came on her cheeks as she walked a little faster. She finally reached my desk, and sat down in the chair in front my desk. I raised an eyebrow but shook it off. 

"What's wrong with you?"

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Jessica's POV


Once those words left his mouth, I began to sweat under my shirt. I opened my mouth but closed it again. I don't want to tell him 'Well you see I love you. All that sex we've done it meant something to me.' Nope. I'm not going to say that. Niall sighed and stood up from his chair. He grabbed a piece of paper off his desk and stared at it silently. Then he stuffed it in his pocket carelessly. 

"Listen Jessica. I invited you here because you've been awkward around me lately, and I can tell that something about me is bothering you." A tired look flashed across his face as he explained. Shit, he's on to me. C'mon Jessica think of something quick. 

Before I can say anything, quick as a flash, Niall gripped my chin. I gasped silently at the roughness of his actions. He turned me to look at him, and had a smirk on his face. It wasn't like his usual one. This one was reassuring and calming, but with a hint of desperation. 

I moved my blue eyes away from his now dim ones. I can't look at him or these weird feelings will start bubbling up inside of me. His grip on my chin tightened, and he whispered lowly, "Look at me Jessica. Please." His tone was deeper than usual and stern. Not his carefree and cheery tone. I hesitantly looked at him, but not meeting his eyes. 

"Can you let go of me." My voice came out in a small whisper. All of a sudden I started feeling weak and small. Not the big and strong person I was raised to be. Niall's grip loosened and dropped his hand completely. Instead of dropping his hands by his sides, he began holding my hand.

He intertwined our fingers and looked me in the face. His thumb rubbed my hand soothingly and calmly. I sighed and put my free hand on top of his bleach blonde hair. 

"I'm starting to have feelings for you. Not a 'once in a lifetime' one. One that will stick with me until I let it out. What we're doing isn't just a fling to me. It's love." 

I stop because I can feel all the emotions i've been feeling start to come up. Niall's hand dropped mines, and nervousness runs through me. Hesitantly, I look up in his eyes and see the bright blue has turn into a blueish gray. It kind of looks like sadness. 

"Jessica. Are you sure about this?" His brow is furrowed as if he's in deep thought. I shrug my shoulders, and then nod my head. To be honest, I don't know how I feel about this blonde Irish man. At first our little relationship gave me chills and a hit of thrill. Now it feels like a feeling i've never felt before. 

A sigh is released from his mouth, and I can hear a drawer opening. I know he's going to get a cigarette. He always does that in a stressful situation. Instead of hearing the flicker of a lighter, a loud groan of  frustration comes. 

I look up from looking at my hand,  and see that the cigarette box is empty. Niall's face is red with frustration and he harshly sets the box back in the drawer. 

"I have been dating since I was 13 years old. Not one girl said they love me. So this is all brand new to me." His voice is lower than usual, and I can't help but shrink in my seat. Niall is tapping his desk in a rhythmic beat. 

We both sit in silence for what feels like an eternity. Me on edge, and Niall surprisingly calm. How can he be so calm in this awkward situation. I knew I should've kept my mouth shut about my love for him and told a lie.

Finally, he speaks up. "I have a meeting in five minutes. You can go on your lunch break if you haven't ate anything. Just be back by 4:30. I have some paper work I need you to do for me." He walked over to his computer, and started clicking away on his mouse. Then he slipped on his suit jacket that was hanging on the back of his desk chair. 

I blinked at him in surprise, and stood up quickly. I can feel anger surge through me. Is that it? He's just going to drop the conversation like it's nothing. This is my feelings we're talking about. No, I won't let that happen. Without thinking I raise my hand, and slap him.

The noise was loud through the big room. My hand is stinging from the impact. I look down at my hand and see it's red, and then look at Niall's face. From looking at his expression, I can tell he's shocked, and his right cheek, where I slapped him, is fire red.

Did I just slap my boss? Great, I let my anger take over, and now i'm going to lose my job. I widen my eyes, and step back. Niall's holding his cheek, and he looks in pain. "I'm so sorry." I whisper. I slowly start to walk backwards towards the door. 

"Jessica..." He says calmness gone from his voice. It sounds like anger, sadness, and shock. I can't tell. I turn around and dash out the door. I can hear him calling my name again, but I quickly walk to the elevators. No matter how much I want to run, I can't let cause any attention. 

The sound of the keyboards, from the offices around me, were being tapping too loud for my ears. Once I reached the elevator, I pressed the down button about three times, and waited for the doors to open. 

The events that just happened come back to me. Tomorrow i'm going to come back and see that I lost my job because I slapped my boss with anger. I'm so immature. I'm twenty one and I can't control my anger for something so petty. Tears begin to build as all these thoughts swarm in my mind. 

The elevator doors open with a pleasant ding, and two men come out. They both are brunettes, but one's hair is in a bun, and the other is in a fringe. I immediately recognize them. It's Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, friends of Niall's. 

Harry recognizes me too, and gives me a smile. "Hi Jessica. Is Niall available?" I nod my head silently, and step in the elevator. Louis gives me a wave, and I wave back at him. I press the 36th floor button, and watch the doors close. With only a glimpse, I see Harry looking at Louis with a questioning look, and Louis shrugging his shoulders. 

When the doors finally close, I can't help but let out a loud sob. The tears that was building up fall down my cheeks, like a river. All I want to do is go home, put on my pajamas, eat a bucket of Blue Bell ice cream, and watch Titanic. Seems like the right thing to do since my heart is in little bitty pieces, and it can't be fixed.

The elevator dings again, and the doors open slowly. I quickly wipe my eyes and cheeks, and walk to my office. I open the door, and the smell of apple cinnamon fills my nose. I breathe it in as I make my way to my desk. 

I sit down on my office chair, and take a deep breath. I'm hungry, but I don't feel like eating. Right now I want to take a nap and get rid of my thoughts. My hand is still stinging from the slap, making tears build up again. I turn on my computer and read through my emails. 

All I want to do is forget this horrible day by drinking my sorrows away. Sadly, I can't because i'm at work and I have papers to do for Niall. With a sigh, I continue my day of work. 

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait and the suckish ending. I'll edit this later, but I just wanted u guys to read chapter 4! It feels like it's been an eternity since i've updated this. And now here it is! Hope u enjoy and don't forget to vote and comment.

-Lisa ♥

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