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He keeps laughing very deeply on the floor, yup. That's right. On the floor. Because he fell off the bench. And I actually feel proud that it wasn't me for a third time, that would've been more embarrassing. In fact, what is more embarrassing than a park without wifi? I mean, all parks now and day have wifi, at least that's what people keep telling me. I just ignore them, because in what other park do you find Niall, the most adorable human being ever to exist —next to Dylan O' Brien of course. Just. Bae.
I'm actually ashamed of the word bae sometimes like why did it come up all of a sudden.
His laugh gradually stops after like fifteen minutes, I help him up. His face is redder than a tomato, or that wattpad "draft" button. Excuse my Internet talk.
"Was it that embarrassing to be seen with me when I feel or?" I joke, he laughs again— don't worry, this time he didn't fall.
"Falling off benches can be metaphorical y'know." he archs an eyebrow, his are very bushy. But cute. Damn this habit of mine of staring at people's eyebrows. Thank God there's Acacia Brinley to boost your eyebrow confidence at 1798289392% more.
"Oh yeah, how?"
"Well it can mean that I'm falling for you," he cheekily smiles. "Or that we're both really klutzy."
"Smooth Horan, smooth. But I actually believe it's both of the options, well for you. Because I indeed am not a klutz."
"So you are admitting to option number one aye?"
"I am in no means admitting to anything. Well actually, I did eat my mom's dinner yesterday, sucks for her." I shrug.
"So listen, tonight my friends are heading to the movies. Wanna tag along?"
Breath. Breath. Play it cool. It's not like it's the first time ever you get asked out. Don't scream.
"U-uh, yeah. Sure." I look at my converse. "Wait! Um, lemme check my schedule—yup it's open."
It's always open. Like the only thing I do is-- wait not on live-streams. I can't miss my live-streams.
"Fine,"
"Fine."
"Cool,"
"Cool,"
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