VALERIE

Chapter 26.4: Kryptonite

~ Read Author's Note at the end~

 Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

VALERIE’s POV

I am sitting on my bed, my back against the headboard and the duvet pulled up to my waist. I am clutching my arms on top of my stomach as I stare at a blank space, still sombre about what happened earlier. I didn’t even mind getting out with the girls for the supper, although my stomach is already grumbling. I just want to stay hidden for the rest of the night inside this room with only my lampshade lit up to keep my nerves calm.

Harry’s outburst keeps reeling inside my head. I’ve never seen him get furious that way before, so I am a bit daunted to see him again tonight. I don’t even know how to face him after that. I know it was my fault. Heck, I even know Harry was going to get mad at me if he finds out I driven a car, but my desire towards it overcame my fear of his reaction.

I wanted to cheer him up today and let him forget whatever that was that’s bothering him, but I seemed to make him feel even worse because of my impulsiveness. If I only listened to him…

“Knock, knock!” I hear a familiar voice from behind the door, cutting off my train of thoughts.

“Come in!” I yell.

The door flings open; revealing a blonde guy on his plaid knee-short pants and V-neck white shirt, holding a trey which contains of what appears to me are food and a glass of orange juice. I widen my eyes at the food like a hungry dog, trailing its sight as it gets nearer to me.

“Niall!” I sit up immediately once I see his blue eyes staring into mine.

“Dinner in bed,” He hails while he’s walking over to my bed. He places the trey of food to my bedside table and sits beside me on the bed. “How are you, Val—Vee?” He corrects himself, shaking his head a bit and I chuckle.

“Good.” I tell him. I truthfully am good now. Although I still am bothered by Harry.

“Harry told me to bring you food. He knows you’re hungry.” I smile at his words but I am bit upset that Harry didn’t bring the food himself. I was actually expecting him to appear in the room any moment before Niall comes in, probably to say his sorry and then I’ll say sorry and we’re good then. But no, he didn’t come.

“How’s Harry?” I manage to ask. I can actually imagine him still frowning right now. His lips pursed while crossing his arms together and sitting cross-legged too— very Harry.

“He’s pretty much calmed down now. Don’t worry about him.” Niall answers my question. He tries to make his voice soft despite of its huskiness in nature.

I only nod at him before my eyes dart bleakly to the duvet that’s covering half-part of my body. He stands to switch the light on to make the room completely bright before he grabs the trey and places it carefully in front of me, leaving the orange juice on the table. He brought sliced apple, haggis with turnips and mashed potato on the side. Yum!

Niall keeps a watchful stare as I devour the dinner he has brought. I feel like he’s still hungry too so I end up sharing the food with him before he starts drooling. We laugh once in a while in the middle of our mini-picnic that caused me to forget about Harry for a brief moment.

“Niall?” I start to say and he arches his brows, encouraging me to go on. “Aren’t you like bothered that you’re different among your bandmates? I mean, you’re the only Irish one. You don’t have tattoos, and most of all, you don’t have a girlfriend.” I point out before I chew a slice of apple in my mouth.