The Next Day

I was just sat in lunch, minding my own business, when Jack sat down opposite me. Looking around in confusion, I saw the shocked faces of everyone else; Jack and I never spoke, had barely had a full conversation and everyone (except him) knew how much I hated him.

"Hey Ms Writer. How was your day?" Just the sound of his voice made me cringe internally, there was something about him that was so unbearably annoying that even his voice made me want to punch him.

"Good," I replied, looking down at my food to avoid the stares of everyone around us. It was a rare sight to see me talk to Jack, in fact it was a rare sight to see anyone talk to Jack. All the boys despised of him and it was only Azul who even vaguely enjoyed his company.

"You know Dara, you're really pretty," that took me off guard and I choked on the noodles I was eating- did I hear him right?

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" I looked over at Zara who was sat with Coby, both were laughing at my discomfort and I rolled my eyes at them.

"I said you're really pretty," Jack repeated himself just as Niall was walking behind him; the Irish boy stopped at stared at Jack and I, almost as if he was trying to figure out what he had just heard. Niall's face paled and his eyes grew sad; he cleared his plate without even touching the food and ran out of the dining room before anyone could even ask him what was wrong.

"Jeez, what's wrong with that guy? I don't know how you deal with him Dar," Jack placed his hand over mine and I jerked at the sudden touch, pulling my hand away almost instantly. Everything about being in Jack's presence made me uncomfortable and I found myself leaving the table without even saying a polite 'goodbye' to the arrogant jerk.

Rushing through the corridors, I called out Niall's name in hopes of finding the man and asking what was wrong. When I came to our bedroom, my heart sank at the sight of the empty bed- he was nowhere to be found.

I could never work out Niall, he always seemed to be holding something back but I never knew what it was. Running my hands through my hair, I couldn't tell what had made him run off like that; in the past I had suspected that he might have feelings for me but those thoughts were crushed when I had seen him with the other girls. He seemed to have more chemistry with them, their conversations flowed better than whenever I had spoken to Niall.

Niall's POV

I was sat in my music room, holding a guitar limply in my hand as a few stray tears made their way down my face. I couldn't stand to hear Jack flirt with Dara, the sight of the two together had made me almost physically sick. Despite her looking uncomfortable, I couldn't help feel jealous of Jack's boldness. I was in such a close proximity of her everyday and yet I doubted she had any clue of the feelings I had for her.

Closing my eyes, I thought of Dara- something I did on a regular basis. Her perfect grey eyes that always looked troubled no matter how happy she was, they indicated the storm of emotions that was brewing inside of her. Her long hair that I often found myself stroking early in the morning, just admiring the way it seemed to shine and glow like the halo of an Angel.

Strumming on the strings of my guitar, I tried to absorb myself in the music to forget what Jack had said to Dara.

"I wish this had never happened," I whispered into the air, thinking back to the life before the Apocalypse. Back to the time where I would perform onstage, alongside my four best friends, doing the things I had always dreamed of as a young boy. I had it all in life, and that was stripped away from me. The stages we performed on were burnt to ash, my friends all died and the dreams that I had as a boy turned back to nothing but wishful thinking.

A knock sounded at the door and I wiped away the tears that had fallen, worried my masculinity would be compromised if anyone saw the supposedly 'weak' emotion of sadness. Indigo walked into the room and I gave her a small smile but inside I just wanted to be left alone.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked, sitting down on the floor next to me. Her hair smelt nice, like apples and peaches.

"You really can't gain feelings in this place," I sighed and drummed my fingers over my legs, "You can't love. Or hate. Or feel any strong emotion towards anyone because those relationships can be broken with the snap of a finger."

"We knew that from the start," Indigo whispered and walked away, realising that I needed to be alone with my thoughts.

Strumming on my guitar, I mumbled a words from a song I had been writing,

"We're just timetabled fools,
Living in our bedrooms,
Doing the same thing,
Changing nothing."

Putting the instrument to one side, I decided what I was going to do. I would tell Dara how I felt, and take whatever answer she gave like a adult. Even if it was rejection.

Cheeky Niall POV there ;) so Jack was hitting on Dara and Niall got upset but now he's got the balls to tell Dara how he feels? Right...

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