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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"Is it bad to be nice to your next door neighbor? Or did you want me to be mean to you?" Niall asks, looking at me like I'm the silliest thing he's ever seen.
You are mean to me. Don't act like you haven't always been.
He knows what I'm talking about. I know he does. We've never been nice to each other and I know we're not stopping now. He needs to keep playing along because he's messing it up. He needs to be mean too.
I'm being mean to him while he's being the nice one, and it's making me feel like I'm the bad person.
"Never mind, forget I mentioned it. Uh, anyway, I'll take your bed for the night. Thanks." I say, and gather my backpack.
"Alright, but if you're staying in my room, don't be snooping around my things. And by the way, are you gonna sleep in that outfit or do you wanna borrow some clothes?"
Oh, crap. I almost forgot I didn't have anything to wear if I slept here.
Having Niall's clothes on me... I don't know about that. He's icky and the thought of having clothes that he's worn gives me a weird feeling. I mean, only couples do that. I've always imagined myself wearing Harry's clothes though, not Niall's. This is not what I was dreaming about.
"Look, my clothes won't hurt you, okay? They're the only things I have to offer, or you can sleep in those jeans, which I'm sure aren't great to be sleeping with." He probably read my mind, since he knows me well enough that I'm hesitating about wearing his things.
I shrug. He sighs and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath. He intentionally said it quietly so that I wouldn't hear it. He was most likely making fun of me to himself.
Hey, it's weird for me! I've never worn other guys' clothing before. This is a first, and I never thought it would be Niall's when I did.
Suddenly, he rushes towards me and quickly grabs my wrist.
"Hey!" I struggle to pull myself from him.
"Calm down." He says with an annoyed tone in his voice.
He gently pulls me into the hallway, going to his bedroom. His hand frees me when we're facing his closet. He opens it, and without saying anything or looking at me, he pulls out the drawers and digs inside.
A minute later, he takes out a white T-shirt and black Nike shorts. He hands them to me and I hesitate before taking them.
Am I really going through with this? Is it too late to run out and go back to my porch and sleep there instead? Or I could sleep in my jeans... though I absolutely hate sleeping in these things. I guess I give up.
I didn't even realize, but when I look at Niall again, his expression tells me he's judging me. Judging me, because I'm weird for not wanting to wear his clothes.
