Scripts

Chapter 16

•|Veronica's POV|•

I sucked in a breath of air before letting it out slowly. Suddenly, the atmosphere seemed suffocating. My hands found the arm rest and the side of the door. My thoughts were racing.

My eyes were still glued to the boy beside me. His shoulders were tense and the vein in his neck bulged as he clenched his jaw. Niall's eyes darted from me to the road and back, thankfully not forgetting we were still in the middle of a crowded road during the after-lunch rush to get back to work.

Emotions flickered in his blue eyes every time they met mine. I couldn't quite decipher them. I desperately hoped he wasn't doubting himself because of my delayed reaction.

Of course he wouldn't. He's Niall for gods sake. He could have any girl he wanted. Why did he take a sudden interest in me?

Probably because he's trying to get me to talk to him like a normal human being would, but only for his ego. Just so he can have the sense of accomplishment that the quiet girl finally opened her damn little mouth and he was the one she had an actual conversation with.

Maybe because I'm not like any of other women in Ireland? Not like that's a fucking good thing either. Your just a stupid girl, Veronica, why would he bother with you anyways?

That was a question I couldn't answer.

The words "Of course not" and "No, silly" evaporate on my tongue. He did make me nervous. But......only what he thinks of me. Not Niall himself.

"No." My voice breaks and I cough to cover it up, my cheeks heating at my expense.

Niall's eyes instantly dart to mine and stay glued to my face. A deep sigh escaped his lips and a smile took its place. A genuine smile. His eyes lit up and he quickly relaxed visibly.

He turned back towards the road, a smile still lighting up his features. I couldn't help but grin as well.

"You scared me there for a moment."

His words bewilder me.

How did I scare him? Me of all people.

"I thought you were going to say yes." Niall's voice dropped almost to a whisper.

Oh.

"Why?" I couldn't help it when the single, curious word leapt from my brain, then out my mouth without so much as a single thought.

He hesitated before answering. "I...I don't know. I thought...I don't know what I thought," He ran his fingers through his hair hastily, making it stick up at an odd angle, which I found quite endearing. "It was just a stupid question. I guess I just wanted to know."

The smile disappeared from his face as he said those words, making mine fade as well.

Why did that hurt? It was just a stupid question. Maybe he meant it. Maybe he was just curious as to what I would say? Whatever it was, it goddamn hurt to know he wasn't asking because he cared. He just wanted to know for himself wether it was true or not.

Then why did he look so elated when I said No?

Shut up. He just doesn't want people to be nervous around him I suppose. He is a people person after all. It might possibly upset the blonde to have people be nervous around him.

I, on the other hand, wouldn't know what that would feel like. I'm used to people feeling nervous around me. Nervous about what to say, nervous as to why I "looked so sad and depressed", sometimes, nervous because of my background, because I had "daddy issues". There were a whole slew of excuses as to why people back away from me. If not out if nervousness, or being genuinely uncomfortable, then it's because I'm boring as hell.