This Love is Ours [n.h]

[17] Officially

Nicole Switzherbert

For a moment I felt relieved, eased with the thought of Niall helping me out to handle my emotions, as well as Zayn's reaction soon enough when he realizes that I got hurt from a stupid basketball accident with the company of some newly met strangers.

I am very positive he'll break loose once he learns that I've made friends with a whole group of boys. He isn't really approving of me hanging out with a bunch that we both barely know.

As we near the brightly litted beach house we are currently staying at, my heart automatically beated at about three times per second. Like I just did a hundred jumping jacks. Niall sure did felt anxiety radiating from my skin the moment he squeezed my hands in his.

"Really?" I said eyeing his hands. "You just emphasized the negative vibe in me. Wow thank you." I know he heard me but he decided to brush me off and just went on working with his fingers to now interlace with mine. That time, I didn't felt the urge of letting go of his hand because I thought that I really needed something or someone to hold on to.

Niall pulled the door open and as we were expecting, like a television drama where a parent would madly wait in the living room with a cup of neither coffee or tea. Zayn was sitting on a couch, the one facing the doorway. Difference is, in this case he is drinking beer.

My presence fretted and fumed him. His hands made a clutching sound as his hands' grip tigthened around the beer can. Even if we were parted by distance I can feel him about to explode anytime.

"Zayn, I am very sorry." I padded my crutches to go to his side. It really feels weird to walk on these to be honest. Never was it easy so we must learn to respect those who are unfortunately left with no choice but to walk with crutches. "It was an accident. I'm so stupid!" And never in my life that I have entirely admitted that I am stupid. My voice shook and croaked at the very same time while I tried to kneel in front of him.

It was dreadfully painful, the pain that shoots from my ankle that I winced beneath. "You always come home aggravating me with a brand new problem each time." Zayn started to speak up and I held tight into his hands.

Something inside me triggered that I indeed became scared, very scared of him that time. Maybe it was conscience that after pride has blinded and defeaned me, everything was a chaotic mess. All unartistically made by the one and only queen of contemptuousness, me.

It was moments long before Zayn came to speak again, "This trip is meant for us. So we can kick back and have a great time. How can we all celebrate our getaway if you keep on giving us freaking headaches?"

Well that shot an arrow swiftly straight through me as the accuracy killed me even more. He paid for our flight tickets yet here I am, wasting time with some other boys I met in the island. "And just so you know, you are all over the internet now. And people are tweeting me stuffs related to you." A long wave of silence covered the both of us. Only his steady breathing is being heard.

My hands found his and I held his hands for a while. "I'm sorry. Promise, I am not going to leave anymore," The next thing I know is that tears were soon enough staining my cheeks. I am unsure though if these tears were real or not. Guess I'm having unstable emotions attacks.

"You better make that sure," Zayn scoffed before he realize that I was sobbing before him. "Now tell me why are you crying," That is definitely a glare. He's totally aggravated of me.

"I don't even know," Soon enough I was trying my best not to laugh. God knows how abnormal I am for being able to pull such random insane tactics like this but this isn't my intention just so you know. I'm betting fruitcakes are supposed to grow up like this. "Nicole, you'll get my jeans wet!" His palms digged my head up but I fought them down. "Nicky!" he now exclaimed that his voice was heard on all corners.