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3. Carlee + Niall

"It was selfish, stupid and regretful and my actions not only hurt me, they hurt you, too." Niall




Carlee's P.O.V


I walked three blocks to the nearby park, wondering why Niall wanted to meet me there. He said something along the lines of 'important' and 'urgent'. Confused me a lot but made me more and more curious the more I thought about it.  

I finally made it to the park and sat on my on the nearby swings, pushing myself higher and higher each push. I let out a irritated sigh and couldn't help but feel a bit concerned. What if this was a trick? He had always been the popular kid at school. What if this was a dare? What was I thinking? Falling head over heels for a guy I only watch from afar will never notice me. No matter how much I tried. I felt the back of my eyes burn as I waited an hour. He didn't come. I knew it. I knew he wouldn't come. Why would he? He's never talked to me except last week and the month were we were Chemistry partners. He talked to me then, so why would he stand me up now? That didn't seem right. 

I jumped off the swing, landing on my feet, the soft sand crunching beneath my feet. I headed for the bench and sat, feeling my tears finally fall. This was pathetic. I was a joke at school. This always seemed to happen to me. Boys always stood me up. Its not surprising Niall did it too. 


I spent the rest of the evening bawling my eyes out. I really thought Niall was different. I thought he wouldn't be one of those guys. He always seemed so sweet and kind to everyone. Well I guess things changed. I knew it would be a dare. This never happens to any girl like me. Its too good to be true. I felt like Cinderella. Now I feel hurt.


The next morning, I woke up with a plan in my head. If Niall dared to talk to me, I'd kick him and leave. Not a very good plan but it seemed so at the moment. 

When I was ready, I pulled my backpack on and put on some lipstick, fixing my hair in the process. I wanted to look good- not great- no amazing. I wanted to show him what he was missing. I wanted to show him that he couldn't have me after what he did. And I was going to stick to my plans and do it.


When I got to school, I strutted down the hall, everyone watching me and boy, it felt good. I felt like a Carlee. It felt refreshing to finally have everyone staring- and not in a bad way.

As I was turning down the hall, I felt an arm yank me and pull me into the janitors closet before I had the chance to scream.


The door locked and I let out a scream. A hand covered my mouth and my yells came out muffled.

"Shut the hell up!" I knew that voice anywhere. It was Niall. The boy who stood me up. The exact boy who left me crying my eyes out.

"What do you want." I growled lowly, narrowing my eyes at him. "I don't want to speak to you." He frowned and looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry for what I did yesterday." He whispered. I barely heard him.

"What?" I ask, putting a hand behind my ear. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you." I laugh bitterly.

"Gosh, Carlee. I said I'm sorry!" He yells. I cross my arms across my chest, acting unaffected at his tone of voice.

"I didn't mean to stand you up! I just chickened out. I wanted to tell you so much but why would I?" He laughs dryly. 

"I'm such a freakin' wimp." He continues again.

"I have so many mixed feelings and I just don't know what to do." I stay silent.

"I really like you, Carlee. I just didn't know how to say it." I'm still quiet. He eyes look into mine, looking for something, but I don't know what. 

"It was selfish, stupid and regretful. Not only did my actions hurt you, but it hurt me too." He pauses and takes a deep breath.

"You don't know how bad I am with feelings so please talk." He begs, grabbing my hands in his. I shake my head in disbelief. He had to be joking. This couldn't be real.

"Your lying." I whisper, yanking my hands away from his.

He gives me a puzzled look.

"What? No, i'm not." He insists, grabbing my face in his hands. 

"No!" I say, pushing him away, he tumbles back and he lands against the wall, looking at me surprised.

"You a liar. You don't know how hurt I was. I was crying last night while you just felt bad? That's not how I felt Niall. I felt broken. Bad and broken are two different things," I grumble, glaring at him. His mouth is wide open.

"I've liked you since grade 10 and you just come now to just say you like me and the night before you stand me up? No, Niall. Just because you have your way with everyone else doesn't mean you'll get that way with me. It doesn't go that way." I give him one last look before storming out of there, the whole school watching me. I didn't give a crap right now. He pisses me off so much, and yet I love him. That's some messed up stuff.

I felt a hand pull at my wrist and I find myself being turned around and lips being smacked onto mine. My eyes widen in shock when I realize its Niall. 

He's holding me at my wrists so I can't move and I honestly don't want to. All my anger fades away and I suddenly don't care.

The whole school's watching us and I'm kissing my crush. Could life get any better?


Dedicated to Carlee (MrsHoran1117)

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