Chapter 23

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Chapter 23: Just friends, obviously.

"Why didn't you say yes to him on X-factor?" Angelina asked.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I didn't. But I mean, it's tough to explain. He was really likeable but..." Cheryl said, trying to reason.

"Oh, it was just a question. I'm not offended." Angelina said, smiling curtly.

"But I'll say I was literally praying at that time, that all judges say yes to Niall." She added.

"Oh wow. So you loved him since then!" Cheryl concluded, grinning excitedly.

"No!" Angelina said, a bit too quickly.

Cheryl raised an eyebrow.

"I mean... he was cute."

"And?"

"And... and nothing! Stop!" Angelina said, blushing furiously, covering her face with both her hands.

Cheryl chuckled, and then said, "Alright, alright. I'll leave this for now. But it's not over!"

She stood up and walked inside the house.

Angelina sat there, swinging the swing lightly, looking at the sky where the sun had just risen.

Niall is still asleep.

Zayn is still asleep.

She thought. She just wanted to talk about something, anything.

Waking up Zayn would be a terribly bad idea.

And she didn't want to disturb Niall after he had loyally stayed awake with her until almost one in the morning.

He stayed awake for me.

She still couldn't get over that.

All these little things he did, made her smile. And he didn't even know it.

Angelina sighed, closing her eyes and welcoming the cool breeze that sent her hair backwards.

Until when am I going to stay here?

She thought.

After all, all of this had to end some day.

They would have to resume work and end their vacation, some day.

They won't stay here forever. Obviously not.

But she would. Her home was here. Her whole life, every minute, had been spent in this town.

Her mood dampened by her realistic thoughts, she stood up from the swing and walked back into the house.

***

"Hey– you don't look too well." Liam said, walking out of the kitchen to talk to Angelina.

"Oh, you're awake?" She asked, trying her best to coat her sadness with sugar.

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