Never Ever
Sorry...?
Nialls POV
I couldn't stop thinking about her. She hated us, but she was so beautiful, and her accent was exotic, Indian I think. She was so pretty!
Those other four girls were so annoying though. I really couldn't believe how badly girls bullied each other. Why did that girl feel the need to hate everyone who was lower than her?
The five of us headed back to our room, but I remembered that that girl, Delilah, had left her bag.
"Hey, guys, ill hang back, you go ahead!" I told the lads.
i ran back to the beach, and spotted the bag.
I grabbed it, planning to return it to her.
Then, those same four girls cornered me.
"Hey, Niall." Said one that looked like the leader of them.
"Oh, hi, it's you," I said. "Um I kind of have to go give this back to Delilah. She's your friend, right."
even though I knew that last part was a lie.
"Um, Niall, can I talk to you?" She said, ignoring me. "And girls, you can go back."
"Sure....." I said, not certain what to do.
"Stephanie."
"Yeah, Stephanie, sure...." I said.
"Well, listen, don't talk to that girl. She's a loser and a nobody."
"Stephanie, stop. I don't care what you say. Just stop. I don't even know you, but I recognize a bully and a jerk when I see one."
But she wasn't over yet.
"Niall, look!" She said desperately. "I know you want me."
She started unbuttoning her top.
"You want THIS Niall, you do."
That was when I ran away.
I ran the whole way, up to my room. What was her frickin problem? Wait....but maybe I was too mean to her. Maybe she was just a desperate fan. I should say sorry to her tomorrow. Yeah, that's what I would do.
Then I remembered. That other girl. Her backpack. I'd return that tomorrow, too. Then I went in the kitchen. I felt happy. Food.
The next day
Delilah's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about that guy with blond hair and those blue eyes......
I couldn't like him, though. I mean, this was One Direction. About every other girl in the world was already in love with him. Why would he even talk to me? I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair did look good, in waves of shiny dark brown. But my face was plain, just a normal nose, normal lips, normal dark brown eyes, all on light light brown skin. I stretched, and got up. What was I even thinking? I didn't like Niall Horan, I didn't like One Direction. I pushed thoughts about them into the back of my head.
I heard a knock on the door. Who could it be? Ariana and Brook had already gone down to breakfast just a few minutes ago, when I was still in bed. They wanted to talk to One Direction again. Of course.
"Who is it?" I yelled.
i heard a soft reply. "Umm I have your backpack! You forgot yesterday outside!"
I really couldn't make out the voice. But who else could it have been than Grandmother? I opened the door and hugged her. Big mistake, for two reasons.
1. I did not look to check it was her
2. It was not her
"Oh!" I said blushing madly. "I - I - thought you were - ......"
It was Niall. He stood there staring at me.
"Uhhhmmmm here's your backpack?"
"Why are YOU here?" I snapped, almost yelling. I felt anger rise in my chest again. "I wanted to FORGET all about stupid One Direction and their stupid fans, and now you turn up at my door?" I actually didn't mean to say that out loud.
But let's just say I'm not all that good with apologies. I kind of just glared at him.
His blue eyes showed hurt, then turned stormy. "I've been HELPING you. I defend you from that jerk Stephanie, now I get your freaking backpack from being washed out to sea, and all the time you just hate us."
A tear trailed down his cheek.
He flung the backpack into the room, and left.
Oh, god what have I done?
Just then Ari and Brooklyn walk in. "Guys, I need to talk to you. I think I kind of...." I swallowed. "Like Niall Horan." They gasped, then smiled. "This is a joke right?" Said Brooklyn. "You got me!" Said Ariana.
they looked back to see I wasn't smiling.
"Delilah...." Said Ariana.
So i told them everything that happened, up to Niall and my conversation just a few minutes ago.
"Well," said Brooklyn, "It's obvious. You apologize to him. Maybe you guys can be friends."
"Yeah," agreed Ariana. "Go, now!"
Nialls POV
Oh, god, what have I done?
I needed to talk to the lads. "Liam?.....Zayn?....."
"Yeah?" They chorused.
"uh you know that girl, the one that keeps getting mad at us?"
"Oh, yeah!" Said Liam. "She's hot."
i glared at him.
"ohhh," he said. "You like her, don't you?"
"Yeah." I sighed.
"But she hates us!" Said Zayn.
"I know," I said. "And I think..."
I took a deep breath.
"I think I made her even more mad. I kind of yelled at her for being a jerk to us."
"so know she'll never love you." Said Zayn, smirking.
"Zayn! We're trying to help the poor lad!" Said Liam.
He turned to me. "You have to prove it to her."
"Prove to her that...." I said
Zayn finished.
"That you love her, that we are not a stupid boy band, that we are something, I don't know."
"Wow Zayn, I'm surprised that you even have feelings. I thought you only love yourself!" Joked Liam, smirking.
"Shut up, Liam!" Zayn smirked. He pushed Liam, and they were wrestling, and had forgotten about me.
I could feel the tears were still in my eyes. I did not want Delilah to be mad at me, I wanted to take back everything I had yelled at her. Since the lads were busy, I let my tears flow. I had never felt this way about a girl before.
Delilah's POV
I felt so bad. I faced it; I did like him. I had been trying to hide this from my own self ever since I had given him instructions almost a week ago. I got up, headed toward the door.
"Yeah, Delilah!" Said Ariana.
"You can do it!" Shouted Brooklyn.
I walked down the hallway, stopped in front of their room's door.
I heard Nialls voice, and my heart beat faster.
I pressed my ear up against the door.
".......I love her.........you have to prove it to her......."
Who was he talking about? Stephanie? ME?
Then I heard my name.
My brain filled with thoughts.
Ohmigodhelikesmetooo!
There was a silence, then the door knob turned. I backed up, then Niall walked out of the room.
I couldn't stop thinking about her. She hated us, but she was so beautiful, and her accent was exotic, Indian I think. She was so pretty!
Those other four girls were so annoying though. I really couldn't believe how badly girls bullied each other. Why did that girl feel the need to hate everyone who was lower than her?
The five of us headed back to our room, but I remembered that that girl, Delilah, had left her bag.
"Hey, guys, ill hang back, you go ahead!" I told the lads.
i ran back to the beach, and spotted the bag.
I grabbed it, planning to return it to her.
Then, those same four girls cornered me.
"Hey, Niall." Said one that looked like the leader of them.
"Oh, hi, it's you," I said. "Um I kind of have to go give this back to Delilah. She's your friend, right."
even though I knew that last part was a lie.
"Um, Niall, can I talk to you?" She said, ignoring me. "And girls, you can go back."
"Sure....." I said, not certain what to do.
"Stephanie."
"Yeah, Stephanie, sure...." I said.
"Well, listen, don't talk to that girl. She's a loser and a nobody."
"Stephanie, stop. I don't care what you say. Just stop. I don't even know you, but I recognize a bully and a jerk when I see one."
But she wasn't over yet.
"Niall, look!" She said desperately. "I know you want me."
She started unbuttoning her top.
"You want THIS Niall, you do."
That was when I ran away.
I ran the whole way, up to my room. What was her frickin problem? Wait....but maybe I was too mean to her. Maybe she was just a desperate fan. I should say sorry to her tomorrow. Yeah, that's what I would do.
Then I remembered. That other girl. Her backpack. I'd return that tomorrow, too. Then I went in the kitchen. I felt happy. Food.
The next day
Delilah's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about that guy with blond hair and those blue eyes......
I couldn't like him, though. I mean, this was One Direction. About every other girl in the world was already in love with him. Why would he even talk to me? I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair did look good, in waves of shiny dark brown. But my face was plain, just a normal nose, normal lips, normal dark brown eyes, all on light light brown skin. I stretched, and got up. What was I even thinking? I didn't like Niall Horan, I didn't like One Direction. I pushed thoughts about them into the back of my head.
I heard a knock on the door. Who could it be? Ariana and Brook had already gone down to breakfast just a few minutes ago, when I was still in bed. They wanted to talk to One Direction again. Of course.
"Who is it?" I yelled.
i heard a soft reply. "Umm I have your backpack! You forgot yesterday outside!"
I really couldn't make out the voice. But who else could it have been than Grandmother? I opened the door and hugged her. Big mistake, for two reasons.
1. I did not look to check it was her
2. It was not her
"Oh!" I said blushing madly. "I - I - thought you were - ......"
It was Niall. He stood there staring at me.
"Uhhhmmmm here's your backpack?"
"Why are YOU here?" I snapped, almost yelling. I felt anger rise in my chest again. "I wanted to FORGET all about stupid One Direction and their stupid fans, and now you turn up at my door?" I actually didn't mean to say that out loud.
But let's just say I'm not all that good with apologies. I kind of just glared at him.
His blue eyes showed hurt, then turned stormy. "I've been HELPING you. I defend you from that jerk Stephanie, now I get your freaking backpack from being washed out to sea, and all the time you just hate us."
A tear trailed down his cheek.
He flung the backpack into the room, and left.
Oh, god what have I done?
Just then Ari and Brooklyn walk in. "Guys, I need to talk to you. I think I kind of...." I swallowed. "Like Niall Horan." They gasped, then smiled. "This is a joke right?" Said Brooklyn. "You got me!" Said Ariana.
they looked back to see I wasn't smiling.
"Delilah...." Said Ariana.
So i told them everything that happened, up to Niall and my conversation just a few minutes ago.
"Well," said Brooklyn, "It's obvious. You apologize to him. Maybe you guys can be friends."
"Yeah," agreed Ariana. "Go, now!"
Nialls POV
Oh, god, what have I done?
I needed to talk to the lads. "Liam?.....Zayn?....."
"Yeah?" They chorused.
"uh you know that girl, the one that keeps getting mad at us?"
"Oh, yeah!" Said Liam. "She's hot."
i glared at him.
"ohhh," he said. "You like her, don't you?"
"Yeah." I sighed.
"But she hates us!" Said Zayn.
"I know," I said. "And I think..."
I took a deep breath.
"I think I made her even more mad. I kind of yelled at her for being a jerk to us."
"so know she'll never love you." Said Zayn, smirking.
"Zayn! We're trying to help the poor lad!" Said Liam.
He turned to me. "You have to prove it to her."
"Prove to her that...." I said
Zayn finished.
"That you love her, that we are not a stupid boy band, that we are something, I don't know."
"Wow Zayn, I'm surprised that you even have feelings. I thought you only love yourself!" Joked Liam, smirking.
"Shut up, Liam!" Zayn smirked. He pushed Liam, and they were wrestling, and had forgotten about me.
I could feel the tears were still in my eyes. I did not want Delilah to be mad at me, I wanted to take back everything I had yelled at her. Since the lads were busy, I let my tears flow. I had never felt this way about a girl before.
Delilah's POV
I felt so bad. I faced it; I did like him. I had been trying to hide this from my own self ever since I had given him instructions almost a week ago. I got up, headed toward the door.
"Yeah, Delilah!" Said Ariana.
"You can do it!" Shouted Brooklyn.
I walked down the hallway, stopped in front of their room's door.
I heard Nialls voice, and my heart beat faster.
I pressed my ear up against the door.
".......I love her.........you have to prove it to her......."
Who was he talking about? Stephanie? ME?
Then I heard my name.
My brain filled with thoughts.
Ohmigodhelikesmetooo!
There was a silence, then the door knob turned. I backed up, then Niall walked out of the room.
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