I had left school in tears. By the time I walked myself home, I was a sobbing mess. I quickly changed into a set of pajamas and flopped on my bed. Why did everything have to get so complicated between him and I?
I guess now though that I really think about it, things have always been complicated between me and Niall. We had known each other since we were five, alongside with Liam, but it was Niall and I who were always off getting into trouble together. I stare at the ceiling. I wanted to be twelve again. I wanted to be back when Niall had said he loved me, when he almost kissed me.
"I think you're doing it just fine, Niall." I chirped to him as he practiced a new football move. "No way." he disagreed. "It's supposed to pop out!" I shook my head at him. "You know I don't know a thing about football, right?" He flashed me a cheeky grin. "That's okay, you're pretty enough to get by." I smiled shyly as he came over and sat next to me. "You know, I think it's destiny that we're friends." he told me. I nod my head. "Of course." Niall turned and looked at me straight in my eyes. "But I think it's also destiny how I feel about you." I tiled my head and quietly said, "Oh?" He smiles and whisperes, "I love you, Kate Summers." I blush a deep red and look down. He chuckled and gently lifted up my chin, leaning closer. "Hey Niall!" shouted a voice. Startled, we both scooted away from each other. "Are you coming to the football game?" I smiled and said, "Go." Niall flashed me a quick smile and called, "Yeah Liam! I'm coming!"
End of flashback:
I hear my phone go off, pulling me from my distant memories. It's Niall. I quietly read the message he sent and sniffle.
New Text Message: Niall Horan 11:15 AM
Kate, I don't know what happened to you, but running away from things isn't the way to handle them. I care about you too, you should know that... anyway... I'm coming by your house after school with Grace and the guys. I'll see you then, and you can gurantee we'll be talking.
School ends at 2:00, so that gave me a little more than two hours to get the house cleaned and clean myself up. Second chances don't always happen,
I tell myself. So quit moping and get ready.