The Poster

What happens what Kenya's Niall Horan poster comes to life?


10. Blaming

When she thought her tears were done with, Niall knocked on her door and came into her room. He sat on her bed.

"You're such a jerk!" she yelled at him. "Leave me alone! Please..." the last word was a whisper, a plead.

"Kenya, I'm sorry." He didn't want to leave, instead he placed his hands on his lap, refusing the urge to slip a stray hair behind her ear.

"You should be!" The words stung at his heart, though he tried not to make it show. "Everyone thinks I'm a dirty cheater!"

"Hey... it'll fly over in the next few days," Niall tried to say, in his soft Irish accent. It sounded more American, though it was still Irish.

The beautiful Irish accent, Kenya thought. How long had she yearned to hear it? How long had she wished to know what he smelt like? What a Horan Hug actually felt like and what his big, strong hands were like.

She didn't know what to do. Instantly, without thinking she sat up and hugged Niall. Buried her head in his chest. It felt good. It was a good feeling, a protective feeling.

"And I'll stay here until it's all over and done with," Niall promised, kissing the top of her head.

Kenya couldn't help but smile. Maybe it was for the best that Tobias and her were going to break up. Although, she sighed at the thought. In a few hours he would come back running to her. He was one of those guys who couldn't stand being single.

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