Kaya and Niall hate each other. He's her annoying next door neighbor who's made her life miserable ever since she was born. Kaya thinks Niall does it out of enjoyment. Or is it something else?
"Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's...
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To my defeat, I find myself taking small steps towards Niall's front door. Every step seems to have a mad feeling, it's like my feet are saying No! and Stop! every time I take another.
I have no other choice and nowhere else to go.
Seconds later, I'm facing his front door. It's dark so I can't really see its details, but I can still see the rectangular lining of it.
I feel so defeated. I told myself I wasn't going to give in to him, but I don't know what else to do. I can't call Cady, she's out with Liam and I don't want to bother the lovely couple. I can't call Zayn either. We're not close enough to be staying together like that. That'd just be weird. He's only a friend after all.
So this is how I get stuck with Niall.
Of course, since he always comes over to my house, and he knows me very well, it wouldn't be weird. At least I don't think it would be.
I had texted my mom on my way here that I was staying at a friend's house tonight. I can't really tell her that I'm staying at Niall's, because then she'll think something is going on between us. She'll love that and I'll never hear the end of it.
She loves Niall so much she wants him to be her son in law. When she told me this, I wanted to pack up my things and run away—not literally, but you get my point. Never in her wildest dreams am I marrying Niall. Just the thought of it makes me wince.
I hesitate when I bring my fist-folded hand to his door, preparing to knock.
It takes me a minute to actually beat on the door gently. I guess I'm hoping that he won't hear me knocking and won't open the door. Maybe I should run back now before it's too late. I'll go sleep on my front porch instead. I'm sure it's better than staying at—
"Princess." Niall stops my thoughts.
He's opened the door completely open and his lips are in a straight line, but I can tell he's forcing himself not to grin. I know him well enough.
The cheesehead is wearing a white tank top with black basketball shorts. His shoulders are in the open and he's a gotten a few muscles. I didn't know he'd been working out. Good for him.
"So, what're you doing here?" He asks.
I know my eyes are probably drooping right now, and I'm trying not to look him straight in the eyes. God, I'm so embarrassed. Why do bad things always happen to me?
"Can I... you know..." I mutter silently, staring at his legs and playing with my fingers. The guy has chicken legs. They always made me laugh inside.
"Hmm, can you what?" He haughtily asserts.
He's mocking me again. My backpack is really heavy and if I hit him with it he'll—never mind. I can't murder him right now.
I huff and finally look at his face. He's wearing a smirk now.
