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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After Niall bought the coat, we somehow ended up back down the hill at the beach, right by the water.
The sun is going down and as it does so by the ocean, it looks amazing. The waves are sparkling and there aren't many people in the water. Plus, I'm sure the water is cold at this time of day.
I like it. It's more relaxing without people around making noise and I feel private.
Niall bought a few cans of beer as well, and he has them sitting beside him while he drinks one after another. He offers me one, but of course, I refuse. I'm not in the mood for it.
"I don't wanna go back." Niall says, and I notice how his voice is starting to slur again. Alcohol affects him fast.
"I like it here." He continues. He has his legs straight out in front of him and I find comfort in sitting criss-crossed. I look away and sigh.
"I don't either." I say, my voice calm. "It's nice here." I mean that, I really do.
If I could move here, I would. The beach is something to my liking. It's soothing and for some reason it makes me worry less about everything around me. I bet it'd be a dream to live right by the water. Seeing that beautiful view everyday... I can only imagine.
I know Niall's thinking the same thing when I glance at him.
He's just staring straight over the water, gazing at it. His lips are closed in a flat line, his expression blank. For a second, I can read the sadness in his eyes. It's the only way to see it, since he never shows his negative emotions towards anybody.
I wish he didn't hide everything. It'll only build up to the point where he can't take it anymore, and it'd be too hard on him when it all falls down. And I wish I knew what saddened him. But the part that I do know—he'll never tell me anything. He'll even deny it if I try to ask.
Niall grabs one of his bags with the items he's bought today. He takes the one from Express and digs inside until he finds the black jacket I had picked out.
"I really like this." He says, admiring it. "It looks hot on me. Don't you agree?" He turns to me and tugs his eyebrows as he grins. I only roll my eyes. He chuckles and pulls the jacket on, pushing his arms into the sleeves.
And boy, do I agree.
He does look great in that jacket, and I hate how I think that.
I'm sure it isn't him that's hot. It's the jacket, I swear. But when I imagine someone else wearing it, like Harry for example, it doesn't look as good. So maybe Niall does have a part in making that jacket look so good but I can't believe I'm thinking that.
I can't let him know either.
Niall sighs, and his expression isn't as giddy anymore. His eyes actually kind of look like they dropped. He takes a big sip of beer and I watch him.
