Be True to Me.

Claire Malone has been tormented by Niall Horan ever since her best friend left Claire her flat to watch over it while she was at school. Claire has dealt with Niall long enough and decides to take a stand. But when Claire takes a stand Niall decides to pour out his heart. WHAT!?! And to make things worse, the media already consider Claire, Niall's girlfriend! Great. Can things get any worse for her?


3. Home sick.


Chapter 3
Home sick.

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Claire's POV

"Can we go on the twister next? OH! How about that one!?" I giggled, pointing to a huge red roller coaster.

"Claire, chill! We've already rode like half the roller coasters in the park. Plus I'm starting to feel a wee bit sickened." Niall informed me, pulling the brim of his SnapBack down further over his face.

I could see his cheeks were rosy red, he spoke in a lower tone then usually and his baby blue eyes lost its glisten. I reached over and pressed my back hand onto his cheek, checking to see if he had a fever.

Yep. He did.

"Aww. You are sick." I pouted, knowing I probably won't be getting on anymore rides today. And I was NOT riding anything without Niall.

"Told you so." He slouched onto the nearest bench, groaning, rubbing his temples.

I sorta felt bad for him. Just a bit.
So, doing what a NICE neighbor might do...

I offered to take him home.

(I know what you're thinking, you dirty minded people! >:])

"Niall, I can take you home I guess..." I smiled, wrapping a finger in a lock of my hair, tugging it.

"Thanks" He murmured into his hand.

* * *

"You're so boring when you're sick!" I teased, messing around in Niall's hair.

"Well thats because I'm sick." He sniffled, letting his head fall into my lap.

I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, Claire?" Niall whispered.


"Why are you here...I thought you hated me. Why are you helping me?"

Uh. I didn't know how to answer that. My head was telling me to hate him for being such a fucktard but my heart was telling me to.....well. I'm not even sure what my heart was telling me to do. Something cliche I bet.

"I'm not sure Niall..." I said, running my finger tips around in his hair.

"Oh...can I ask you something and can you swear to give me the 110% truth?"
He asked, turning to look into my eyes.

"Uh. It depends on the question."

"Do you...have any feelings for me at all, honest?" I could see his whole face turn beat red.

I just looked at Niall. Unsure what to say.

The truth was...I didn't even know if I had feelings for him. Just a teeny crush. Just a teensie weenie one.

I shrugged, still looking into his eyes.

"Oh.." He mumbled, looking a bit let down.

"Damn, shit got weird fast. Lets watch Toy Story." I chuckled, slipping out of my spot next to Niall.

* * *

Niall's POV

"Hey Niall? You feeling any better?" Claire yawned, prancing around the living room of my flat.

"No..." I lied.

"Come on! It's 12:07 am. I have a life too. Why can't you call those 4 other idiots to help you?" Claire whined.

She looked so cute when she whined.

"Because..." I trailed off.

"Ughhh. Might as well spend a night here." Claire sighed, hopping up on a bar stool.

'ERRRSOMEE' I thought to myself as I beamed.

"What are you smiling for blondie?"
Claire yawned again.

I ignored her, continuing to smile.

Oh how I loved her.

(A/N: Short chapter... :[ I hate it. I hate my writing. There is so many people who write 10x better then me. Bleh. Anyway, what do you think?

Peace Love and Nandos

Grace Marie)
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