Kaya and Niall hate each other. He's her annoying next door neighbor who's made her life miserable ever since she was born. Kaya thinks Niall does it out of enjoyment. Or is it something else?
"Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's...
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He has to know. He needs to know. This long term crush is getting out of hand. Take a breath, I tell myself, I can tell him. I can do it.
"Harry, I..." I start to say, but I stop because he's staring right in my eyes and I can't help but fall into his like I usually do. Every time he makes eye contact with me, breathing becomes hard.
He's waiting, looking at me with his sparkling green eyes and his right eyebrow raised. I'm trying so hard to take control of myself but I can't. Harry has this thing with his beautiful, luscious brown curls, gorgeous green eyes, and tanned skin of his on that perfect manly body that's making me all fidgety and nervous.
"Kaya?" He asks, and I know if I don't tell him now, I'll never be able to face him about it again.
It's taken me three years to do this and I have to do it now. He needs to know how I feel about him.
I've liked him since I first saw him in freshman year. He's in that popular group of people at school and I'm not. I'm that girl who keeps her head in her book all day. I'll admit, I'm not considered cool nor do I ever intend to be. My school status has never mattered to me.
Harry's only talking to me right now because he's such a kindhearted person.
"You probably already know what I'm about to tell you..." I say slowly, trying to look at his nose instead of his eyes since they only make me more nervous. His nose is lined perfectly on his face and I adore it so much.
"But I—" I'm saying, until we're interrupted by somebody who runs up behind Harry and throws his arm around my crush's neck.
Before Harry realizes who it is, I do, and I want to throw my science textbook at the intruder. Of course I don't, I'm only mentally thinking about doing so.
It's Niall.
Stupid, idiotic, and annoying Niall. He's my enemy, possibly the spawn of Satan, and the person who unfortunately lives next door to me. He finds fun in tormenting me to the highest degree and I despise him with every blood cell in my body. He's always been my neighbor for as long as I can remember—probably since I was born.
Now here he is again, and I really mean again, jumping into one of the rare conversations I'll ever have with Harry. This isn't the first time that Niall's done this and it makes me so mad because of how hard it takes for me to even approach the curly-haired boy. This is probably only the fourth time I've spoken to him in three years. I'm always so shy when he's around and I can't help it.
Its taken me so long to build enough courage to finally confess, and just to my luck, Niall's here to ruin it again. He succeeds every time and he knows it too.
