*Bailey's point of view*
Boys are careless, good-for-nothing, assholes.
And by boys I mean Niall.
At about 12:30 I had decided that I was done waiting for his late ass to show up, so I went up to my room and locked the door behind me. I don't even really remember what I did. I just scrolled through twitter and wasted time, hoping the day would just end. Hoping this whole year would just end, because right now Senior year is shit.
I felt my phone vibrate against the side of my leg. I tried to ignore it, knowing exactly who it was, but after about the fourth vibration it was making me irritated. I realized I also had a missed call when I kept getting incoming texts from Niall. I didn't even read the messages, I simply told him to just go.
When I didn't get a reply I thought that maybe he had left. That thought made me happy and sad at the same time. Mostly relived though.
About ten minutes later I heard someone try to open my bedroom door and when they realized that it was locked they lightly knocked. I didn't say anything, not wanting to deal with anyone right now.
"Honey, can you please open your door? You know how I your father and I feel about you locking it," my mother said lightly.
I rolled my eyes and got up from the bed. When I opened the door I stood there looking at my mom with great annoyance. She tried to smile.
"He's downstairs," She said.
"Well tell him to leave. I changed my mind, I don't want to go anymore," I was about to close the door when she blocked it with her hand and made her way into my room.
I just sighed and walked back over to my bed as I heard her quietly close the door behind her.
"Why have you changed your mind?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest.
I looked up at her, "He said he would be here an hour ago and he didn't bother to tell me that he would be late."
She laughed a little and shook her head.
"What?" I asked defensively.
"Do you know how many times your father has left me waiting for him? We starting dating when we were in college so we weren't much older than you. It's a boy thing, Hun. Now I'm not saying that it's okay, but what I am saying is that this boy is standing in our living room because he cares enough to still show up. Not many boys his age would do that."
I looked at my hands in my lap, "Yeah but still he could have said something."
"Maybe there is a valid reason why he's late," she suggested.
I looked back up at her confused. "Why are you sticking up for him?"
She sighed as her arm dropped back down to her side and she sat down next to me on my bed. "I understand that he isn't exactly what your father and I would hope for and I know that you know that. He's just different. It doesn't mean he isn't a nice boy. Bailey, if there is anything that I want to teach you in my life that is that you need to give people a chance. Plus, there is a teenage boy that wants to take you out so much that he is waiting for you downstairs. Just try. If it goes terribly then call me and I will pick you up."
I stood and hugged my mom, but I was still annoyed.
No one was on my side anymore.
I grabbed my purse and flew down the stairs. When I entered the living room I saw Niall standing there. His hair was disheveled and he looked shocked to see me. I noticed that my dad was sitting on the couch and I tried not to think too much about what they had been talking about.
I plowed right by Niall, not wanting to say anything to him in front of my dad.
I opened the front door and was hit by the chilly air. I saw the same beat up car that I rode in yesterday sitting in my driveway. I made my way opened to it and crossed my armed over my chest when I found out that it was locked.
Niall exited the house and I glared at him as he walked towards the car.
I don't care what my mom had to say, he wasn't getting off that easy.
When he unlocked the door I had a weird feeling in the back of my mind screaming at me to not get into the car. Like it was saying that if I went with him right now then I would be a goner. That I wouldn't be the last time I caved into him.
When he stared talking to me, I don't know if I was fully listening to him. I was just exhausted from everything. I didn't want to go because I didn't want to fight with anyone anymore. I just needed a day to relax and not deal with everything. But he wasn't going to give up.
So I had to be the one to give up. The car ride consisted of me staring straight ahead at something that I wasn't focused on. I tried my hardest to look pissed and I think it was working because Niall wasn't saying anything. I could slowly feel my anger slipping away as that one good part in my mind, the part I had gotten from my mom, told me that he was clearly trying. If he didn't care he wouldn't be here right now. And maybe my mom did have a point. Boys forget things all the time and I haven't even let him explain.
I was slightly confused when we turned into the small park that was located near my house. This wasn't really what I was expecting.
Before I could get out of the car he turned and looked at me.
"Listen, I was so excited about today and I want you to understand that. I now I've fucked up everything and the only reason that it's happened is because I'm an idiot. I'm not going to try to blame it on you because I can't. My alarm clock didn't wake me up this morning. I know it's the shittiest excuse ever, but it's the truth. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to. I wouldn't try if I didn't care. So please just understand that this was all an accident and that I'm as pissed at me as you are." He took a breath in when he finished.
I sighed. I was done with this whole being angry thing. If I was going to be here I might as well enjoy myself. "I believe you."
Niall quickly tried to defend himself but stopped when he realized what I had said.
I simply told him that I understood for the the most part and that I didn't want us to fight. I wanted to see if we could spend a decent amount of time together and see if we don't rip each others throats out. If we can't then it will be clear to me that him and I are meant to be enemies. And if we don't. Well I'm not entirely sure what will happen.
Niall jumped out of the car and ran around to my door before I could stop him.
He reached his hand out for mine and smiled that smile that was growing on me and said that we might as well enjoy the nice weather while it lasted.
The weather was nice for about ten minutes of the walk until it started to get windy. He would tighten his grip around my hand when ever the wind blew and I would try to get closer to him without him noticing.
"It's cold." I said.
"Look who's talking. At least you have a jacket," he laughed.
When I didn't say anything back he looked down at our hands. "Your hand is warm though."
I blushed and looked at the trees with their changing leaves. It was absolutely gorgeous.
"I love fall. It's my favorite season," I said.
He looked in the direction I was looking in. "Yeah it's pretty nice. I'm more of a winter person though. I love the snow."
"Ew, I hate snow. It's nice for about a day and then it's just cold and annoying," I frowned thinking about the fact that there would be snow on the ground before I knew it.
"Hey," Niall laughed, "What did snow ever do to you?"
"It's just to cold. Fall is the perfect in between. Spring is to rainy. Summer is too hot. But Fall is the perfect weather for sweaters and hot chocolate, but at the same time my fingers won't feel like they are going to fall off." I laughed.
"Do you know how cheesy this is? We are holding hands walking next to a lake in the middle of Fall and we are talking about weather and our favorite seasons. And we can't even agree on it because someone thinks that winter is too cold."
I laughed and nodded, agreeing with the cheesiness this situation. "I didn't peg you as a cheesy guy."
His expression became serious and he stopped walking, "Do you like cheesy?"
I stopped and looked at him. There was tension between the two of us, but maybe I was the only one that felt it. I simply nodded my head.
For a moment I sweat he was leaning closer and my heart rate picked up to an unsafe pace. But he just started walking again.
"Well then cheesy it is," he smiled.
"Yeah," I breathed smiling.
We walked for about another hour and a half until Niall started complaining that he couldn't feel his arms anymore. We made our way back to the car. Somewhere in our walk our hands had come apart and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed. My hand was much colder then it should have been.
He cranked the heat when we got into the car and put his hands near the vents. He was warming them up like a fire and I did the same.
It was a little past 3 and Niall looked at me as if asking what I wanted to do.
He was about to say something when he his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his back pocket and his whole mood changed when he looked at the screen. He looked miserable. He was about to put the phone back down when I said something before thinking.
"You should answer that."
He just looked at me expressionless and clicked the answer button on the phone.
"Yes?" He said unemotionally.
I could hear a voice on the other side of the phone yelling at him, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
"You were sleeping."
More yelling.
"No, I'm out."
More yelling.
"Like I fucking care."
Louder yelling this time.
"Whatever you say."
He hung up before the person on the other end could say anything. I was trying not to make it seem like I was completely interested in who he had been talking to, but I was failing miserably.
"It was my dad," he said putting the car in reverse.
I buckled my seat belt and looked at him sympathetically. "You can bring me home if there is a problem."
"There isn't a problem!" Niall snapped.
I jumped a little, not expecting him to yell. I had already become too used to the sweeter Niall that I was talking to only minutes earlier. I couldn't help but wish that his dad didn't call him. I didn't know much about their relationship except that they didn't get a long and his mom probably just dealt with it.
"I'm sorry," Niall said running his hand through his hair, "I'm just sick of him. I'm really sorry he did this, we were having a good time and now it's ruined."
"Don't worry about it. I'm glad we got to have a nice time. You should really just bring me back now. It's not that I'm not enjoying myself, it just seems like you need to deal with whatever is going on." I stated, slightly scared that he would yell again.
"Alright," Niall said.
When we were in my driveway, he looked over at me.
"I really am sorry about my dad."
"It's fine. I had a wonderful time," I smiled.
"Really?" He questioned perking up a little.
I gathered courage from myself that I didn't know I had and leaned over and kissed his cold cheek.
"Yes."
Author - Kind of a ruff chapter, but hopefully you enjoyed it. How do you feel about Bailey and Niall getting closer? Almost to 4k reads this is insane!! Thank you all so much! Don't forget to read, comment, vote, and spread the word of Revenge! :)
- Carly