Never Ever
I Like You
Delilah's POV
Niall walked out of the room, and tried to smile. But he failed miserably, his half grin crumpling. His eyes were slightly red and puffy. I really didn't get it. Why in the world would Niall Horan like me?
"Umm," he said, "Delilah, I know-i know..." He gulped.
"Delilah, I know you hate me, but I really like you. I want- I- Can you give me a chance?"
I stared at him. All through school, a boy had never confessed his love for me. I was a loner and a loser. Now a member of the most famous boy band in the world was desperate for me. I was so confused.
Nialls POV
She was just staring at me. Had I offended her? Should I just ignore her and forget about her; get on with my life?
"I'm sorry," I muttered, "I should go-"
"Niall," she interrupted, " I - I - I like you, too." Her voice was a whisper, but it was enough.
She rushed forward, and I held her in my arms. She smelled so good, like faintly citrusy like oranges or lemons, and she was so pretty.
We broke apart.
"I'm so sorry I didn't want to yell at you-" I said at the same time as she said,
"I'm sorry I won't get mad at you maybe One Direction isn't so bad-"
Then we were both crying, then laughing, and I never felt so good in that moment.
"I'll make it all up to you!" I said.
"Why? For what?" She asked. "I'm the one that's sorry." She looked up at me, deep brown eyes shining.
"Because I am so sorry for everything, because you are so nice to me, because you are so beautiful, because I like you, because you are Delilah." I said it with all my heart.
Delilah's POV
This was seriously the sweetest boy I had ever met.
"I just have one question." I looked into his green eyes.
"Why me? Why do you like me? There's a million girls who love you, would be yours without a hesitation. Why me?"
"I don't know," Niall said. "You are a strong person. You can't be forced to do anything, no one can make you be someone else." He shrugged. "I like you."
"Me too," I said, my voice cracking.
"Meet me on the beach tomorrow. I have a surprise for you." His emerald eyes sparkled.
"Okay," I said.
He walked off.
"I promise." I whispered.
Niall walked out of the room, and tried to smile. But he failed miserably, his half grin crumpling. His eyes were slightly red and puffy. I really didn't get it. Why in the world would Niall Horan like me?
"Umm," he said, "Delilah, I know-i know..." He gulped.
"Delilah, I know you hate me, but I really like you. I want- I- Can you give me a chance?"
I stared at him. All through school, a boy had never confessed his love for me. I was a loner and a loser. Now a member of the most famous boy band in the world was desperate for me. I was so confused.
Nialls POV
She was just staring at me. Had I offended her? Should I just ignore her and forget about her; get on with my life?
"I'm sorry," I muttered, "I should go-"
"Niall," she interrupted, " I - I - I like you, too." Her voice was a whisper, but it was enough.
She rushed forward, and I held her in my arms. She smelled so good, like faintly citrusy like oranges or lemons, and she was so pretty.
We broke apart.
"I'm so sorry I didn't want to yell at you-" I said at the same time as she said,
"I'm sorry I won't get mad at you maybe One Direction isn't so bad-"
Then we were both crying, then laughing, and I never felt so good in that moment.
"I'll make it all up to you!" I said.
"Why? For what?" She asked. "I'm the one that's sorry." She looked up at me, deep brown eyes shining.
"Because I am so sorry for everything, because you are so nice to me, because you are so beautiful, because I like you, because you are Delilah." I said it with all my heart.
Delilah's POV
This was seriously the sweetest boy I had ever met.
"I just have one question." I looked into his green eyes.
"Why me? Why do you like me? There's a million girls who love you, would be yours without a hesitation. Why me?"
"I don't know," Niall said. "You are a strong person. You can't be forced to do anything, no one can make you be someone else." He shrugged. "I like you."
"Me too," I said, my voice cracking.
"Meet me on the beach tomorrow. I have a surprise for you." His emerald eyes sparkled.
"Okay," I said.
He walked off.
"I promise." I whispered.
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