Niall's POV
"Good morning," Santana said as she entered the kitchen.
"Morning," I said not even looking up from my bowl of cerial.
I didn't want to make any eye contact. I didn't even want to say a word for fear of saying the wrong thing. I am well aware I was not meant to hear the conversation between Liz and Santana, but I did. And try as I might, it was impossible to get it out of my mind. That confession was still lingering in the depths of my thoughts.
I was now full of so many questions I was afraid to answer. I didn't want anything to ruin what I have Liz, but I can't help but think of what I could have had with Santana.
She said she had feelings for me for a long time but had never said anything because of our friendship. But I had mutual feelings. And I didn't say anything because I feared rejection and the consequences it would have against our strong friendship. But now that I know, I can't help but wonder what could have been 'us'.
"Did you get a good night sleep?" She asked pouring some cerial.
"Yup," I said dryly as I left the kitchen.
Don't get me wrong I felt bad that I was being so rude, but I just don't understand why she couldn't just tell me. And that's probably very hypocritical of me.
Liz is in school right now, it's just Santana and I, so that's probably going to make it that much harder to ignore her.
She plopped down on the couch next to me, and her honey colored curls begun bouncing. She gave me that vibrant smile that I missed seeing everyday back home.
God damn Niall. Stop!
These are the exact same thoughts I didn't want. These were the thoughts I had during the time in which I couldn't stop thinking of her, during the time I liked her.
No, no, no. This can't possibly be anything more than just me overreacting. I am thinking too much.
I can't possibly like her again.
Not when I have Liz.
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