Dear Niall
It's Not Too Late To Apologize
Chapter 10
NIALL'S POV
Was i crazy? To give that "bitch" a second chance? Maybe something was going wrong in her world. Maybe i needed to give it time. What ever it was it bugged me. "Hey Niall why so low brotha?" Said Zayn. "Just Hanna, shes different." I said. "Girls change trust me, sometimes for the good or the bad," said Louis, chiming in. "We're always here chap." Said Liam. "See she isn't the one i want, shes the one I need." I said. "Why do you need a girl?" Said Harry. "Well it seems you don't need a girl," said Louis, "just for losing their viginity. "Need some aloe vera for that one." Said Zayn.
HANNA'S POV
That night I rocked Drake to sleep. His fragile body laid in my skinny arms. I laid him in his bed and sang:
So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine.
My hand ran through his luscious locks. His hair seemed liked silver. A silver blond. I had to call Niall. The only thought racing through my mind.
Me:hey look sorry
Niall: no i overreacted
Me: no i was being a freak
Niall: listen are you ready to start all over
Me: yes Niall i have been up, pacing the halls, thinking that i just lost the best damn thing
Niall: You are everything dear. Good night. I love you
Me: i love you
The words passed my mouth, i love you. Did i mean it or was it a lie. After our 1 minute talk i went over to my desk. There lied an unfinished picture of Niall. I sat down and grabbed the pencil. I began but my result was shaky lines. I tried again. Fail. I threw the pencil at the wall as i let out a frustrating scream. I started to cry. The tears burned on my flesh. "Stupid." I said. Ripping the picture in half and throwing it off the balcony. "Your never gonna be good enough." I said. I looked in the mirror. Who was this girl. Was she an angel or a devil? Was she hot or cold? Was she a plain old no body?
NIALL'S POV
Was i crazy? To give that "bitch" a second chance? Maybe something was going wrong in her world. Maybe i needed to give it time. What ever it was it bugged me. "Hey Niall why so low brotha?" Said Zayn. "Just Hanna, shes different." I said. "Girls change trust me, sometimes for the good or the bad," said Louis, chiming in. "We're always here chap." Said Liam. "See she isn't the one i want, shes the one I need." I said. "Why do you need a girl?" Said Harry. "Well it seems you don't need a girl," said Louis, "just for losing their viginity. "Need some aloe vera for that one." Said Zayn.
HANNA'S POV
That night I rocked Drake to sleep. His fragile body laid in my skinny arms. I laid him in his bed and sang:
So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine.
My hand ran through his luscious locks. His hair seemed liked silver. A silver blond. I had to call Niall. The only thought racing through my mind.
Me:hey look sorry
Niall: no i overreacted
Me: no i was being a freak
Niall: listen are you ready to start all over
Me: yes Niall i have been up, pacing the halls, thinking that i just lost the best damn thing
Niall: You are everything dear. Good night. I love you
Me: i love you
The words passed my mouth, i love you. Did i mean it or was it a lie. After our 1 minute talk i went over to my desk. There lied an unfinished picture of Niall. I sat down and grabbed the pencil. I began but my result was shaky lines. I tried again. Fail. I threw the pencil at the wall as i let out a frustrating scream. I started to cry. The tears burned on my flesh. "Stupid." I said. Ripping the picture in half and throwing it off the balcony. "Your never gonna be good enough." I said. I looked in the mirror. Who was this girl. Was she an angel or a devil? Was she hot or cold? Was she a plain old no body?
Wow this was amazayn I can't wait to read the other storie!!!!!
8/20/14