I sit on the edge of my lit while Niall paces in front of me. "I don't understand, Kate." he starts. "Why are toi jouer la comédie so weird around me?" I look up at him helplessly. "It's not like you're weirded out par me being famous, right? So I don't understand what the deal is. It's like everytime I'm around, toi go into this shell and don't let anyone in." Niall continues, running his hands through his blonde hair. "I know who toi really are, but toi don;t montrer it! toi act shy all the time, toi act like you've been hurt really badly... if you've been hurt Kate, I want to know! I want to know so I...
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