** Freya’s Point of View **
Niall leans against the door, looking a little awkward. He reminds me of the Niall I knew as a child before he lost his mum and became an arrogant jerk. At some point in the past few months, he has lost that cocky, arrogant attitude. Then I remember how he had acted downstairs. He was confident, even in front of all those people and being accused of being insane. So which version of him is the act, and which is the real him?
“I’m sorry about Joel, that must have been difficult, especially whilst carrying his child,” he says quietly, not making eye contact and rolling that thing between his fingers again.
“I wasn’t pregnant. It just happened five minutes before you came up here,” I sigh, leaning back against the wall.
“Sh*t, Freya, are you okay? Do you want m
