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Her Breaking Point

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I watch as a frown sets on Niall's face. "What's wrong."

"Your room is so big," he mumbles, inspecting my new room.

"Jealous?" I smirk.

"Yes, you get a big room to yourself. That's not fair," he whines.

"What do you expect?" I snap, "do you want me to live in a box room or something? Are you stupid?" Niall stares at me his eyes widening in suprise, taken back by my sudden outburst. I don't blame him, I myself am suprised.

Once the harsh words leave my mouth I instantly regret them, and try frantically to take them back. "I'm so sorry Niall." I gush.

"Don't worry about it," he says, dismissing my mistake. "Lets just unpack your things, then I'll show you round campus. How does that sound?" he asks cautiously, being careful not to upset me. Why am I acticting like this again?

I give him a small nod, words are pointless at the moment, Niall knows I use head gestures when I don't want to talk.

I move quickly under his tense stare. There is a lot of unpacking to do, so I don't understand why Niall is just standing there, watching me. "Are you going to help?"

His stare breakes, and he begins to help with the difficult task ahead.

Forty-five long, silent minuets pass before ever essensial and desirable item that I brought along is in the place of best fit. The task was a bigger bother that expexted, I hate packing and unpacking with a passion.

Although I won't say it was worth the time it took to organise, my new room does look quite nice. A single bed, dressed in purple
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