200 miles - Narry

Chapter 4

I managed to spend pretty much the whole weekend sending silly audios and pointless snaps to Niall. We talked nonstop for three days and now it's Monday, and I'm miserable.

The idea of going to school doesn't excite me at all, although it's spring already and I don't have much school left. I can't wait to be officially done with school and start my summer holiday, although the idea of college ending is a bit frightening.

It only scares me because I don't know where I'm going to be four months from now. Will I be stuck in Cheshire in my small hometown or will I be studying in London, Brighton or Birmingham? Will I end up in one of my back up plan schools in Liverpool or Manchester?

Niall and I talked about future yesterday. He told me he applied to multiple different schools, two of them being in the same locations than my choices. He has applied to a schools in London and Birmingham, and told me that if he can't get in to either of them, he'll move to London anyway.

According to Niall, he is a bit sick of living in Ireland and he has wanted to move to London for ages now. He has visited London before and says it's his favourite city in the world, and I have to agree with him. I haven't exactly traveled much but I simply can't imagine loving any city as much as I love London, based on those four times I've been there.

Niall: Morning. Ready for school yet? x

Me: Definitely not. I want to ditch

Niall: Don't do that. Go there, text me, you'll be fine

Me: Promise?

Niall: Well no, but I'll try my best to entertain you.

Me: I'm hard to entertain

Niall: I'll figure something out

Niall: I'll send you pictures of my bum

Niall: I've got a nice bum

Niall: It's a bit small but I think it's alright

Niall: Or I could send you nudes

Niall: What do you think?

Me: I think I'm trying to eat breakfast, and you should consider having a wank.

I have no idea where my sudden confidence came from and my own eyes widen at my message. I can't believe I actually sent him the message but after a few seconds of thinking, I come to conclusion my message is bold and rather brilliant. It's definitely not something I'd say again, I'm too shy, but I'm glad I'm finding some new and much needed confidence.

"Blame Niall," I then mumble out loud.

Niall: You have a point. I'll be thinking of you ! xx

Niall: I'm kidding

It doesn't matter if he is joking or not, I still blush heavily and thank someone my mum has left for work already. I decide it's time to change the subject, so I quickly come up with a good question.

Me: Are you working today?

Niall: Yeah, ten to four

Me: I have school until three. Don't want to :(

Niall: You'll be fine babe

Me: Whoa where did that come from

Niall: I told you before, I've practically taken your last name. I can call you babe

Me: Shouldn't you ask my permission first?

Niall: Nah. I know you love it

Me: Shut up Niall

Niall: :(

Me: Sorry

Niall: It's fine babe don't worry