neither one of the two went to the bench for a week. but one cloudy thursday, they both somehow ended up there. the blonde never went because he found himself becoming quite fond of the brown-eyed-girl, and needed sometime to figure himself out. and annabel hadn't because, well...lets just say she was further occupied.
now here they have found themselves sitting face-to-face on that moldy park bench. they said nothing. until niall rummaged through his coat pocket and pulled out a bag. a bag of sour patch. why may you ask? because of annabel. she wasn't quite herself that fine thursday. her dark brown eyes were sunken in and dark circles rimmed the bottoms of them. she looked undeniably fatigued and just overall un-annabel like.
niall dug through the bag before he pulled out a infamous yellow sour patch. he took annabel's small hand in his and placed it in the palm of her hand. she looked at him confused, and all he said was,
"you need it." then walked away, leaving behind the bag of sour patch.
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a/n I ship Nannabel so fucking hard
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sour patch kids// n.h.
Fanfictionin which two star crossed lovers fall in love because of their opposite opinions on those damn blue sour patch kids. // short chapters and all lower case intended //
