"Jenny." Louis shouted and I left Liam on his own, walking to the kitchen area where Louis was. "He won't come out for any of us so-"

"So? He definitely won't come out for me, he hates me." I finished for him.

"Can't you at least try?" He asked me and I felt Harry and Zayn's eyes on me as well.

"He wouldn't try for me." I said.

"Please?" He basically begged me. I sighed and rolled my eyes but knocked on the bathroom door, him smiling brightly at me. The other two boys left while Louis took a seat at the table.

"Niall, can you open the door?" I asked, looking back at Louis who give me a thumbs up. I heard some mumbles then a 'fuck off.' "Niall please." I begged. I heard some shuffling and he mumbled again, the door opened and he grabbed me and pulled me into the bathroom with him locking the door again afterwards.

It never occurred to me until then how small the bathroom really was. We were basically squashed in. Niall sat down on the closet toilet seat and looked up at me. I seen he had actually been crying.

"Why are you crying?" I asked him and he rubbed his forehead and sighed, looking down at the ground.

"I'm not crying." He defended though it wasn't a very good defense because he had tear stains on his cheeks.

"Yes, you are, why are you?" I asked him and he furrowed his eyebrows. It's funny because he is exactly like Joanna, they never want to admit that they're actually crying. He started furiously wiping his eyes.

"I'm not crying for fucks sake." He sighed.

"Niall, you are and it's nothing to be ashamed about." I said and started playing with his hair. His eyes fluttered closed at this action. "I see you like people playing with your hair." I giggled and he nodded.

"Yeah, I guess I do." He softly replied and opened his eyes, looking up at me. They sparkled in the light and my stomach did a somersault as we stared into each others eyes, but he quickly broke the contact and looked back down at his intertwined hands again.

"So, why were you crying?" I asked him and ran my fingers through his hair again. It's so soft and silky but fluffy, I love the feeling of it.

"I don't wanna talk about it." He mumbled. "But don't tell the boys I was crying." He muttered, twiddling with his bracelet. His cheeks were flushed a deep rose as he looked up at me again.

"I won't, I promise." I replied. "But don't you wanna talk about it and vent?" I asked him, leaning against the sink.

"I'd rather not revisit those places." He said, chuckling lightly, although his laugh was dry and lifeless.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked him and he shook his head, sighing. Just as I was about to unlock the door he spoke.

"There- there is one thing." He stuttered and looked up at me.

"What?" I asked him.

"You could em.." He trailed off, blushing deeply. "Ah never mind it's stupid." He sighed and stood up.

"No, Niall, what is it?" I asked, putting my hands on his shoulders. His eyes darted from my eyes to the floor.

"I just um.. I just want a um.. hug." He said, his face bright red.

"Well, why didn't you just say?" I smiled at him and he awkwardly looked up at me.

"'Cause it's stupid." He said and I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same with me and held me tight. I felt a tear dripping onto my shoulder while we were hugging but I decided not to say anything.

It's this Niall I like, the vulnerable, cute, cuddly one. Not the asshole I usually have to deal with.

A few minutes passed and he pulled his body back from mine but kept his arms around me. His blue orbs stared into my green ones. His stare was harsh and he almost looked scared. His eyes darted from my eyes to my mouth and before I could register what was happening or what note the air had taken around us his mouth was inching closer and closer to mine. I was a bit shocked when I felt his breath on my open mouth but before I could even feel his lips on mine he had pulled back and was awkwardly looking at the ground, scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry." He mumbled and I didn't really know what to say or do. To be quite honest I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel his soft lips on mine but the thing is, he doesn't want to kiss me. It's what they call unrequited love.

I'm not saying I love him, but I think I like him but he doesn't like me so I should really get over him, shouldn't I?

It's easier said than done though.

"It's okay." I replied. Neither of us were daring to make eye contact with one another and Niall sat back down on the toilet, putting his face in his hands and sighing. He looked up at me with pursed lips and eyebrows raised.

"Right, you can fuck off now." He snapped at me but looked as if he regretted it once he seen my facial expressions drop.

"I-"

"No, I'm sorry, I just, m'confused." He sighed, rubbing his temples.

"It's alright." I quietly said.

"Maybe we should go out, the boys are probably wondering what's going on." Niall softly said after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Yeah, I um, guess so." I said, a bit disheartened that I never got to kiss him, which I really wanted to do.

No, I can't think like this, he doesn't even like me, my chances with a man like him who can literally have any girl by the click of his fingers are very slim. He will never like me. Never.

He stood up and it basically only took two steps until he was right beside me. He gestured for me to open the door and I did that and as we walked out he had his hand on my back. Every time he touched me I get tingles on my skin and shivers down my spine.

"You alright mate?" Louis asked Niall as we walked out.

"M'fine." He said and looked up to the sitting room area where Liam happened to still be sitting, along with the rest of the boys again. He looked back at Niall but Niall quickly looked away and walked down to the bunk area.

"He alright?" Louis asked me and patted the area beside him for me to sit next to him, which I did so.

"Yeah, I think he's fine, he seemed okay anyways." I replied.

"He must like you when he wouldn't let anyone else but you in." Louis smiled at me and I shrugged, smiling a little. "Do you like him?" He asked me and I just wanted to hide with embarrassment.

"I don't know." I said, my face burning red.

"You do, don't you." He smirked, nudging me.

"No, I honestly don't know." I said, trying my best to hide my face. I quickly got up and walked down to my bunk to get my bed. I seen Niall was sitting in his, his back to me but he was on the phone. I don't think he noticed my presence.

"Yes mammy, I got a girlfriend." He said,making my heart beat. Even though he wasn;t facing me, I could hear in his voice that he was smiling brightly. Wait, it was me he was talking about, wasn't it? "Yes Mammy, I know it took me long enough no need to remind me." He chuckled. "Jenny." He said. Yep, it's me he's talking about.

"Mammy stop." He laughed. "Yes, she is beautiful, have you seen pictures of us?" He asked her. "Yes of course you mention the one where we're shifting." He chuckled. Shifting? What the fuck is that? Is this some Irish term I don't understand or what? "What? It was front page on every newspaper, oh god." He laughed.

I seen his was moving to turn around so I quickly scrambled into my bunk trying to make minimal noise.

"Yeah, I miss you too." He sighed. "I'll be home to see you next week, don't worry." He said. "Will you meet Jenny? Ah mammy, I don't know, she'll be going back to her home I'd say." He told her. I love the way he says mammy, it's so cute and makes him sound even more Irish. "I know you want to meet her but maybe I'm not ready for you to meet her yet." He chuckled.

Why is he telling him mom this? Doesn't she already know this relationship is fake? I thought he would tell her that anyways. Obviously not I guess.

"Mammy stop it, you're making me blush." He said and I seen his feet swinging down from his bunk. "I better go, we're gonna be getting off the bus soon." He said to her. "Yes, I love you too and I'll see you soon okay, love you." He said and jumped down from his bunk.

Once he did he peeped into my bunk."Fecking knew you were there." He muttered.

"How?" I asked him.

"Could smell your fecking perfume, I knew it." He said. "How long were you there?" He asked me.

"Long enough to know you didn't tell you mom this relationship is fake and long enough to hear the word shifting which I have no clue what it is." I explained.

"Wee shit." He mumbled. "Shifting is what we Irish say for French kiss." He told me. "Know the way I used tongue when I kissed you? Yeah well that was a shift." He explained.

"You Irish are confusing." I said.

"I know." He agreed.

"Shifting." I repeating, trying out the word for myself. "But why didn't you tell your mom this relationship is fake?" I asked him and he shifted from foot to foot awkwardly glancing at the ceiling.

"I uh, I, I don't wanna fucking talk about this okay?" He said, his voice getting louder.

"But I just wanted to-"

"No shut the fuck up and stop asking stupid fucking questions, I can do what I what when I want and you can't fucking question it so fuck off, I don't even fucking like you." He yelled at me.

"Niall I-"

"Don't Niall me, just fuck off oh my God," He shouted, pulling at his roots.

"But-"

"No, you're irritating the fucking hell out of me now piss off before I do something we both fucking regret." He shouted at me. "I swear to fucking God Jenny." He said when I stayed idle. "Fuck off." He shouted at the top of his lungs when I didn't budge. I quickly scrambled from the room, leaving a fuming Niall behind.

There's the Niall I was waiting for. I was wondering where he went.

Well, the other Nial was nice while he lasted.

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