Royals

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I huff out the air that filled my lungs and plopped my bottom onto the seat facing him. My eyes scan his. He seemed calm and collected, as if he didn't just steal my jacket from me.

"Can I just have my jacket?" I groan.

"What jacket?" I questions innocently.

I shake my head in irritation. I just wanted out of there. To go home and write everything down. To let out my feelings. To be free, in my
claustrophobic room... So maybe I don't want to go back, but I sure as heck didn't want to be where I was.

"What do you want?" I sigh.

"I want you to tell me why you have been avoiding me." His voice serious and stern. He sounded like my father.

"I don't have time for this. I need to get home."

"You need to, or you want to?"

"Both." I say firmly.

"Look, did I do something wrong?" His eyes soften with his words, a glint of sadness is shown.

"Yes! Now please give me back my jacket." I was growing greatly impatient. I didn't have an excuse yet. This wasn't suppose to happen. I
needed to get out of there. I needed more time to think of a good excuse that Niall would buy. The truth was to embarrassing.

"No. Not until I get my answer." My frustration blows off its top like a kettle when its at its climax. I reach over and grasp the red piece of
clothing from his arms with a mighty tug. Its torn from his grip and his expression is one of shock.

I spin on the palms of my feet and charge out of the cafe. I spin my jacket over my head and slide it down my sensitive skin. The cold air
surrounds my body as I step out of the door. Its a refreshing relief being out of the cafe that was becoming stuffy and uncomfortable.

"Wait." Niall's voice is more or less a breath of air. I ignore his attempt to pause me, and continue down the walkway.

"Stop!" his voice rises a bit more then the last time, and it makes me flinch. I slow my pace down and come to a stop.

"What is wrong? What did I do?" he questions when he makes his way around me. His feet are planted firmly on the ground in front of me.
He wasn't about to let me leave until he got an answer.

"I'm scared, okay?" I practically yell in his face. It was unlike me to yell. I felt like a coward doing it. Like I was becoming one of them.
Becoming my worst fear. My worst nightmare.

"Scared? Of what?" he eyes squint, and his brows scrunch together. I know he is confused now. but also concerned. I hated it.

"I'm scared of letting you in. I let you break my walls down already. I'm scared you're going to keep going and wont stop till they are all gone. And when they are, you'll be just like them. You'll hate me and show me what I really am. I'm scared. Okay?" I spill. My arms wave up and down to indicate I was talking about him, "I'm scared this is all an act."

His mouth goes slack and his eyes lighten with my words. He is trying to process everything

I said. I was scared. He broke some walls down already that took me years to build up, around myself. If he took them down. I don't know
how I would be able to build them back up again. I would really be broken.

Broken, not by a force hitting me, or words hurting me. Broken, by knowledge. By the knowledge of him being able to do such a thing. For
allowing someone I knew I shouldn't have let in, take my world apart.

Piece by piece.

"You think I would do something like that?" I hang my head low while he stands his ground watching me every move intently under his hard
stare.

"If it makes you feel any better, I know what it feels like." These words make my ears perk up.

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