MORE THAN
THIS
A Niall Horan Fancfiction
Chapter 2: You Don't Notice At All
The pale gray light of dawn streams in through
your open window, jerking you awake. Morning, already? You groan
and turn over, unwilling to wake up after last night. But sleep
doesn't come again, and before long your Hello Kitty alarm
clock beeps and wails and sputters until you finally stumble to
your feet.
Ugh.
Your hair looks like a rat's nest, your eyelids are half
closed and your breath probaby smells like rotten eggs. Wonderful
way to start the day.
You glance at the clock. 8 am. Maybe if you hurry you can get
ready, eat breakfast, and leave the house without anyone
noticing. Without Niall noticing especially. Louis
wasn't exactly an early bird and the others all had hotel
rooms so why would they come to your house so early in the
morning?
Encouraged, you hurriedly run a brush through your tangled hair,
throw on a ruffled T-shirt and shorts, splash cold water on your
face, and swallow some mouthwash by accident. Hair flying behind,
you race down the stairs and skid into the kitchen, expecting no
one but instead finding everyone.
"Shoot," you mutter under your breath. For there
sitting around the kitchen table are Louis, Zayn, Liam, Harry,
and of course, Niall. Your mom frys eggs on a skillet over the
stove, the sizzling of the pan the only noise heard as everyone
turns to look at you.
"Hi," you say softly and wince.
"Someone slept in this morning," Harry remarked
grinning. Slept in? But it was only 8:30!
"Want something to eat?" Liam asks waving a piece of
toast around in the air.
"No-" you start to say, but your stomach rumbles
anyways. You haven't eaten since 6:00 yesterday evening.
Slowly you nod your head in defeat. "Sure." You try to
smile as you walk to the table, but you're pretty sure it
looks more like a grimace.
Carefully you take a seat, sitting between Louis and Zayn, as far
away from Niall as possible.
They begin to talk again about trivial things - how much they
like America, complimenting my mother's cooking, etc. You
make a few comments here and there but mainly focus on
scarfing down breakfast as quickly as possible.
Done!
You pull back your chair a little too quickly. Everyone stares
yet again.
"I, uh, I have to, um, do summer homework," you mumble
and dash back up the stairs, setting a new personal
record.
Once in the safety of your room you whip out your cell phone and
call up Raquel. She's been your best friend since
kindergarten and you feel safe talking to her about
anything.
"Hello?" she answers.
"It's me. Um, can I come over now? I don't think I
can stand it in this house any longer," you tell her.
There's a pause before she answers.
"No, sorry. My mom wants me to babysit my brother -- she has
a yoga class -- and she thinks if you come over I'll just be
distracted. Everything alright?" she asks, noting the
distress in my voice.
"Yeah, yeah everything's fine."
"Well, okay. See you tomorrow at the party," she
reminds me and hangs up.
Which was another thing. I'd completely forgotten about
Ben's party tomorrow. I guess it had seemed sort of
unimportant after last night. I sighed, and tossed my phone onto
the bed, taking in my messy room. Well, that was something I
could do.
For the next three hours I organized my closet, cleaned my desk,
sweeped the floor and three trash bags later I was just finishing
up when there came a knock on the door.
"Come in," I replied, warily. It was Niall. Oh
dear.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey," you say back and smile nervously.
"You've avoided me all day. Is something wrong?" he
asks. Talk about being blunt.
"No. I didn't mean for you to think I was avoiding you.
I'm not," you answer, but that's a lie. You guess
you kind of were.
"About last night..." his voice trails off.
You take a deep breath. "Look,
Niall, I like you and all, but you're like a brother to me. I
just don't think I like you that way. I mean, I have a
boyfriend." You speak what you think is the truth, but why
does your stomach flutter when you look at him?
Niall simply nods. There's a trace of disapointment in his
eyes but it's gone as quickly as it came.
"Okay, I understand" he replies and gives you a small
smile. You hug him -- just a friendly hug, nothing more -- and he
leaves.
You stare at the overflowing trash bags and scowl. Who cares
whether your room is messy or clean anyways?
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so, yeah uh, is it still good? should I
continue?
