Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
Kenzie pov
                          
I woke up and saw that I was alone. Where had Niall gone. I had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around me. His body had been keeping me warm. Now I woke up, my back cold and Niall no where around me. 
                          
Maybe he's downstairs. 
                          
I got out of his bed and walked over to one of the chairs in his room and picked up my phone. I had a text message from my mom. 
                          
Mom: no sex
                          
What. What the fuck did that mean. I then remembered that I had texted my mom saying that I was going to sleepover and Nialls, she had agreed and I sent another message and I guess that this was her reply. I looked over and saw that the message was from 11 pm, yup that would be it. 
                          
But honestly why would my mom think that. Does she not remember that I don't really trust people much now, that my dad tried to make me have sex with him. I'm not ready to do it. I don't know when I will be ready but I sure as hell know that I'm not now. 
                          
I walked out of Nialls room and down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and saw his back. "Good morning." I said eyeing his back. He looked so good in the morning. His sweatpants, being able to see a bit of his boxers, a white shirt, being able to slightly see his back muscles as he worked on whatever he was doing. His hair a little messy but looking really hot at the same time. 
                          
He sniffled my first thought immediately think that he was crying and then I decided that maybe he just had a stuffed noes or was starting to get sick. "Morning" he said his voice was shaky. Now I knew for sure that he was crying. 
                          
I went behind him and hugged him from behind. I wasn't sure what Niall and I were. I mean he is my best friend but I do have feeling for him and I know that he has feelings for me. And we kiss and last night we slept in the same bed. I wasn't sure what we were but I was hoping that this hug from behind might help a bit. 
                          
"Ni" I said as I went onto my tippy toes so that I could put my head on his shoulder. "Mhm" "what's wrong?" I asked, tilting my head do that I could see more of his face. "Nothing nothing I'm good." His voice was shaky. I knew what it sounded like when someone is crying and tries to speak. I've heard it and done it plenty of times before and this certainly was it. 
                          
"You're lying" I whispered into his ear and then giving it a small kiss. "No I'm not. Let's eat breakfast yeah. We have fruit loops." He replied bringing his hands up and then wiping his eyes. 
                          
He has to be kidding me. If he seriously thinks that I'm going to believe that nothing is wrong than he is a complete dumb ass. For starters he sniffled, could be crying or getting sick, his voice was shaky, almost everyone's voice when they talked while crying. He then brought his hands up to his eyes and rubbed them. Now that could be either wiping away tears or he was very tired. All of these signs pointed to crying and I knew loads about it. 
                          
"No, I'm not eating." He turned around after I had said that "what do you mean why not?" I examined his face. Eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks were red, I could still see some tears on his face. "I'm not eating until you tell me what's wrong. What's up Ni? Why are you crying." He shook his head "I'll tell you if you eat breakfast first." He said then glancing over to the two bowls and the box of fruit loops beside it. "Okay fine, but you better tell me."
                          
I sat at the stool across from where the bowls and the box of cereal was. Niall picked up the box and poured it into the bowl "you still take it with milk yeah?" I nodded my head and he then walked to the refrigerator and got out the milk. He poured it into the bowl and then passed the bowl over to me with a spoon. 
                          
"Thank you Niall" "no problem I am quite the cook." "Yeah you really are". After I said that I watched him as he poured his cereal, I mainly looked at his face. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks all red. He had water in his eyes, I could see that he was trying not to cry again.