"Are you sure you need a tutor?" I ask.
"Yeah. I'm serious, I really need to get those grades up until October," he says.
"What are you hiding?" I question.
He ignores my question, just like he ignored all the ones I asked before in our convos.
"Okay, Niall, don't tell me anything."
I get pissed off, not sure if I'm playing or I'm foreal pissed off.
He looks at me, and smiles evilly. Then, he got closer, and began tickling me.
"Stop!" I yell not able to control my laughter. I began kicking, and then he let go when I accidentally hit that place of his.
"Sorry, but you asked for it."
"Damn, that hurts!"
He held onto his crotch, and fell to the floor. I was still laughing until he got up, and stood there with a serious expression.
"You are beautiful," he spoke. I blushed.
"I don't understand why you always tell me that. Like everyday," I said in nervousness.
"Because it's the truth, and I can't hide it."
"So you don't lie about things?"
"No.." he said unsure of his words.
I was a bit sad now, because he was hiding things, and that's the thing I hate most.
"You don't understand, Rosie. Some things are just not to be told, and if I tell you, you would change the way you look at me, and now I finally got to you after all these years, and I don't want to ruin anything," he explained.
I smiled back.
I stood at the corner of the room, and waited for a new subject we could talk about, but instead he just walked closer, and closer to me which made me really nervous.
"What are you doing?" I asked like an idiot. I knew what was next, the magical kiss that makes the princess in the story fall in love, but that wasn't really what happened. In my princess story, he just took my hand which was just as special, even though, the kiss would have been way better. Very unrealistic, I'd say.
"This is a very important question, Rosie."
He stood on his knee, and held my hand. He looked deeply into my eyes, and then asked, "Wanna be my wife on facebook?"
I didn't know what was going on.... I was a bit shocked, and I expected something different, but instead I just laughed it off.
"You are so sweet, Niall. Sure I'd be your wife on Facebook," I said, and smiled.
He hugged me.
"You are hilarious."
He was still standing a few inches away from me, holding my hand. I glanced at it, my cheeks red, and expected him to pull away, because of the uncomfortablness I felt at that very moment.
"Sorry," he said, and moved away. I smiled, indicating 'It's okay'.
"Wasn't today a long ass day? I guess Imma be heading home now, and tomorrow we are going to the library, okay?" I said.