I’ve been smiling like an idiot for, I don’t know, how long. I’ve literally waited 5 years. I’ve always imagine what dress I’m going to be wearing, how my makeup would be done, what car I’ll be going on and who would be my date. I knew Harry would be the one to ask me, but since Isabelle came in the way, everything fucked up. I really thought that Harry and I would last forever, but I was wrong, stupid, and naïve. The first time we kissed, did it mean anything to him? No, I’m not going to feel insane about him anymore. Like Niall said, he’s not worth it.

I was sitting by myself on the usual silver bench where Niall and I always sat. Wait, where’s Niall? A sudden thought appeared in my mind. I stood up, looking around in the crowd, full of students laughing, talking and enjoying their lunch. I bet I looked like a loner, standing up looking everywhere. I found Tori, laughing with her friends over something. I went over to her, still looking for Niall.

“Hey Tori!” I felt a sudden urge to hug her.

“Hey!” she gave me warm smile, as she hugged me back.

“Have you seen Niall, I can’t find him anywhere” I spoke, knitting my brows. Tori started blushing, smiling like an idiot when I said Niall’s name. She placed her long fringe behind her ear.

“Niall? Nah, I haven’t. Maybe check in the canteen area” she spoke, almost revealing her shyness.

Oh my god, how can I forget the Canteen area? I checked everywhere except there. I can’t believe that I forgot. I slapped my forehead, moving my head side to side.

“Thanks” I smirked, turning my head to the canteen direction.

I entered the canteen area, hearing laughs, shouts and talks. I looked around, trying to find Niall when
someone hugged me from behind. I felt soft hands around my waist, my back pressed into their chest. I looked back, as Niall’s jaw sat on my shoulder and having a big smile plastered on his face revealing his left cheek dimple.

“Niall”

“Alessa” he mimicked my voice in my girly way. I turned around and slapped his arm playfully, giggling. My long dark brown hair was down behind my back and I felt kind of annoyed because of it. First of all, the canteen area was really warm which made me kind of sweaty. Second of all, when Niall hugged me from the back, I felt like my hair was on his face which pretty annoyed him too, I guess. I got my hair filled up in my hands wanting to tie it up in a ponytail, and then suddenly Niall grabbed my hand.

“Let go of my hand, I’m trying to tie up my hair” I tried to slap his hand, but in vain.

“No, don’t tie it up!” He spoke so fast that I couldn’t even understand what he said.

“Why? It’s so warm here”

“Because” he whispered, looking down.

“Because why?” I tried to let him spit it out.

“Nothing”

“Okay then I’m gonna tie my hair up” I gave up, knowing that he’s not going to answer me back.

“Okay okay! I’ll tell you” He finally wanted to tell. I smiled widely, in a thought that why would he wouldn’t
want me to tie my hair up.

“Go on”

“Y-You look gorgeous leaving your hair down” Niall stuttered. I felt my cheeks exploding inside and leaving my cheeks flushed red as a tomato.

“Thanks, but it’s hot.” I smiled at him, then using my hands for the fan.

“Let’s get out of here then” Niall grabbed my hand, forcing me out of the canteen door.

We both made our way the usual silver bench where we both sit, during anything. We sat down beside each other, looking at pigeons. No one sits around this area because they think it’s a shit place to spend recess and lunch with their friends without checking out guys. Normally everyone hangs around the area where Harry is, rather the girls checking him out and the boys hanging around with him so they could pull some chicks too, or probably hitting on Isabelle leaving Harry dumbfounded because of the girls around him. Argh, they would literally do anything to get Harry’s attention.

The temperature my body got normal again and I grabbed my black cardigan from my bag, wearing it. I looked at Niall and I didn’t even realise he’s looking at me all the time, wanting me to look back at him. I felt kinda awkward thinking why he’s behaviour is strangely changing suddenly from the kiss till now. Wait, have I hurt him when I said that? Does he have feelings for me? The thoughts were killing me inside. No, I know he doesn’t have feelings for me, why would he? He deserves those kinds of girls that are just like him, sweet and caring.

“So, are you excited for the formal?” I broke off the awkward silence, smirking.

“Yes, are you?”

“Yes, oh my god. You don’t know how I excited I am!” I squealed, entwining my arm into his.

“Who are you going to take?” I furrowed my brows, giggling.

“You” he pointed at me, with no emotion plastered on his face.

“What, me? I started laughing.

“Yes, you”

“Really?” I awed, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, I’m serious Alessa. Will you be my date in formal?” he looked back straight into my eyes, begging for a yes. I started laughing and gave him a nod.

“Of course, why not?”

A big smile appeared on his face, showing his teeth and then started playing with his hair. I began to start laughing again crazily. He’s so cute. I gave him long hug, as he then placed his arms around wait pulling me closer. He placed a kiss on my cheeks and then hugged me back again. I was smiling like an idiot until I saw someone staring at us from a distance.
He saw me while i was trying to figure who he is and started walking. As he came closer and closer I noticed curls. I wondered who it could be. It couldn’t be Harry, I mean why would he spend his ‘precious’ time looking at us? Wait, Harry’s the only guy in the school with those curls. Once he came closer and closer to us, as Niall and was still hugging.

He came closer and closer and I suddenly realised it was Harry. He eyes were knitted with anger boiling. His face changed from ‘sweet’ to a murdering look. I broke the hug from Niall and he started to wonder why. He turned his back from the hugging positioning to where I was staring. His face turned to an arrogant look. Why do they hate each other so much?

“Why are you here?” I bluntly spoke, then looking at Niall entwining my fingers into his. Harry looked at me with a cold stare, then looking at our entwined fingers and looking back at me.

“I want to talk-“

“But I don’t want to talk to you” I cut him off, pressing my teeth together feeling my jaw strengthened.

“Please”

“If she doesn’t want to talk to you, then she doesn’t want to talk to you” Niall interrupted our staring.

“You stay out of this, blonde cunt!” Harry suddenly walked towards him, facing him.


“She-“

“Niall, it’s okay” I walked in the middle of them, separating Niall from him. I placed my hands on his cheeks then gave him a small nod.

“What?” I looked at Harry, with piercing ignorant eyes.

“Are you guys together?”

“Just stick to what you want to talk about” I looked at him with disgust.

“I want to you to be my date for the formal”

“No, I don’t want to. Anyways, aren’t you taking your girlfriend?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking broke up with her for you! I wanted you to take you for the formal but you don’t want to go with me. I fucking love you, why can’t you fucking get it?!” Harry shouted as I was shocked with his confess. Anger rushed around my body.

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking piece of lying shit. You chose me over her when I fucking loved you with my
everything. Don’t you fucking remember? Don’t you remember those harsh words you said to me which left me half dead? And now you suddenly appear up, wanting me to be your date? Not in a fucking million years!”

I screeched in the end like I wanted to stab him. His eyes began to go watery but I completely ignored him. I’m not going to fall for his trick. He grabbed my hand, as I shrieked saying , “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“But let me-“

“No, shut the fuck up! I don’t want to talk you, I fucking hate your guts! I finally left the unspoken words kill
him and shatter his heart into pieces. I regretted every single word I said. It killed me inside but I’m not going to show it to him, thinking I’m helpless and naïve. Tears flourished down his cheeks, I feeling like I’ve been shot. This is the first time I’ve ever seen him cry.

“Alessa”

Shut up! Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! I screamed on top of my lungs, then feeling soar but I didn’t care.

“I know you fucking love Niall now. When he wasn’t in this school before, I knew you still fucking loved me. You don’t know how many fucking times I’ve wanted to tell you that I loved you all along but I couldn’t. And yet, I’ve even fucking tried to confess it to you but you completely blew me off. Since, Niall came. I lost you and I can’t stand it no more. I fucking love you. I love you Alessa” he spoke with such honestly, I could nearly feel it my heart but my brain just couldn’t believe it.

“Oh fuck you and your lies.”

Notes

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