Stubborn Love.

Chapter 169

* Happy New Year *

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Chapter 169

Niall POV

"I don't know what to write down." I whine and look at Liam, who is paying more attention to his phone than to me.

"Hello? I'm talking to you." I poke him with my elbow, twice, until he finally looks up and at me.

"Let me check what you have written so far." He sighs and grabs the paper. This only shows that he hasn't been listening to me at all. "Niall. Seriously? You've been sitting her for what.. 20 minutes and you couldn't up with anything, not even a single word?"

"I know. I've just told you that I don't know what to write but you're focused on your phone when I need your help. It's not fair."

"I can't tell you what to write. Niall, she is your girlfriend.. or friend whatever you two have and those are your feeling and your words, not mine." I know he is right but he could at least help me with a start, with the first word.

"You know what, I'm just gonna send her the jumper. She'll be fine with that." I push the chair away from the desk and get up, ready to walk out on Liam and the letter.

"Don't you think once she opens the package, she will look for a little note? That's what I would do." Liam packs me by the arms, stopping me from leaving.

"Probably, but I don't care. I'm not boyfriend material at all. No one she doesn't want to be together with anyway."

"Stop pitying yourself and please don't bore me with that shit. She doesn't want to be together with you because she is scared. Because she doesn't want to get hurt. We're number one in the UK, we will be going on tour, we will release an album. I don't know, but I think it's understandable, I mean the way she keeps acting." Wow. That I call a proper speech, coming from my friend Liam Payne.

"I just need a break. And sleep. I can go to the post office tomorrow. Have to get Paddy or Preston to drive me there. And I still need a box for the jumper. See, there's more important things I have to think about right now than the note." I try not to think too much about what Liam has said about Kelsey being scared, because I don't need anyone to tell me, I know it myself. And yes I understand. And yes, I just want to show her that I care about her, and that I think about her.

"You know, you and Kelsey, you're not that much different. You're actually the same." Liam laughs. I don't. I know that he isn't joking. I know that he is dead serious.

I take a big breath. I know that I need to go back to my own room, to come up with something I can write, with something I can make Kelsey smile with. And I properly won't sleep tonight. Not a chance.

"Maybe we are. Maybe we're not. I don't know. I'm going to bed now. Thanks for you help, bro, even though you weren't that big of a help." I give Liam a half-smile, hoping he gets that I don't mean it in a bad way. It's just that when it comes to Kelsey, there's only me and no one else will help me.

"Good luck. See you in the morning. Don't forget that Paddy will pick us up at 8 sharp. We don't want a furious security guard chasing after us." I know exactly what Liam means. I can literally tell what it must look like when Paddy would have to force us to get up and get ready. And that he has a key, a spare one, isn't helping either. Sometimes I do wish we, I, had a bit more privacy. That's what is really lacking in this freaking house. It's big enough for ten people to live in, but somehow too small to be alone, not even for a minute. Sometimes, during night, I feel like one of the boys comes into my room. Whether if it's just my imagination, or in fact real, I do not know.

"I'll be ready, even earlier than you are." I raise my eyebrow, looking at Liam sternly. That when he cracks up and starts laughing.

"I'm always the first one downstairs. I usually prepare breakfast while you and the other boys are still peacefully asleep." Dang. That's really what it is every single morning. But what he calls preparing breakfast, I call.. nothing. Putting a bowl of cereals in front of me.. that's basically nothing.