Tonight's Cloudy Sky (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

A very wise man once said that- when it came to life- you never knew what you were going to get. It's a sort of philosophy for Amelia, who's experienced her fair share of downs and is currently waiting for the ups. And when they finally do come to her... well, what goes up must come back down.
*WARNING- CURSING*

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5. The Flat

 

Words cannot describe how fast I jumped out of the car.

I now stood on the sidewalk in front of the building, staring up at the many floors in complete shock. I heard the car doors open and close behind me, and a hand wrap around my waist. I turned to see Meredith standing next to me, also admiring our new home. Ariel came up to my left.

"Mattie and Janessa stopped to fill up on petrol, so they'll be here in a couple of minutes. Shall we?" Ariel motioned towards the car and we managed to turn away from the building. We made our way to were Ariel was already standing next to the open trunk, awaiting our help. I looked inside and moaned.

"We have to carry all of that by ourselves?"

We looked at each other and suddenly broke out in laughter.

"Are you kidding me? We would DIE!" Meredith exclaimed. This time, I didn't give her the Face, because it sounded possible. We had a lot of stuff.

Ariel walked into the building and, a couple minutes later, came back with a bellhop. He was pushing two carts that looked big enough for our stuff, but we would have to see.

“Girls, this is Mathew.” Ariel referred to the bellhop. “He will be helping us carry our stuff up to our flat, which- I have just learned- in on the fifth floor. This will be fun, won’t it?” When we showed him our luggage, shock was clearly written across his face. He took a long sigh and began moving the bags from the trunk to the carts. I felt sorry for him, and I started to help me move the stuff. As I picked up the first bag, the girls came up beside me and helped, also.

With the extra help, we were able to put all of our stuff onto the carts in about 5- 10 minutes. I stepped back to view our handiwork, and I saw Mathew lean against the car in the corner of my eye. I nudged Meredith and gestured to him; she understood and reached into her pocket, bringing out a 50 pound note. She strolled over to him and offered the money, which he took with a smile on his face.

After a few more seconds of resting, we began to bring our bags inside. There were four of us and two carts, so we teamed up; Ariel and Meredith pushed one, and I helped Mathew with the other. When we walked into the lobby, I gasped. It was completely beautiful, with gold walls and high ceilings. It was like the ball room in a princess movie.

[A/N: This is just some random hotel that I’m making up.]

We continued to move our stuff across the lobby towards the elevators. Meredith and Ariel got there first, and the lift wasn’t big enough for us all, so we had to wait for another one to open. There were three separate elevators, so it didn’t take long for another to become available. As we stood in the elevator, Mathew and I were surrounded by awkward silences. I moved my eyes between the cart and my shoes, and he stared straight ahead at the doors.

After a minute, we made it to the fifth floor. I stepped out before him and he pushed the cart out.

“Which room is yours?” he looked at me expectantly.

“Ummm… I actually don’t know.” I looked around to see if I could find Meredith or Ariel, but they were probably already in the room. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I blushed slightly when I saw the wallpaper and shifted so that Mathew couldn’t see my screen. I ran my eyes over the many apps and found one that said Contacts. I clicked it hurriedly and looked up at an impatient bell hop. I gave him a weak smile, which he apparently didn’t feel like returning. I scrolled through the few contacts I had and found Ariel’s number. I clicked her name and called her.

Placing it to my ear, I heard my phone’s monotone ring. I swayed slightly, waiting for Ariel to pick up. I was stealing a glance at Mathew when she finally picked up.

“Buddy the Elf, what’s your favorite color?” I heard a familiar voice on the other end, but it wasn’t Ariel.

“Ariel, what room are we in?” There was silence on the other end. “Meredith?”

“I’ll quiz you for it.” She replied.

Sighing, I looked down the hallway for a chance to see them. “Fine.”

“How many R’s?” Meredith questioned. I could hear the glee in her voice as she discussed One Direction trivia.

“Six,” I answered immediately.

“Who has one kidney?”

“Liam,”

“What is Nando’s?”

“Niall’s favorite restaurant,”

“Who wanted to be a drama teacher?”

“Louis,”

“Who is youngest?”

“Harry,”

I waited for another question, but she stayed silent.

“Meredith, can you please tell me the room number?” I looked over to Mathew. He was leaning against the opposite wall, looking seriously bored. I waved my arms to get his attention. When he noticed me, I motioned that he could go, and he smiled gratefully. He walked over to the elevator and got it.

“Meredith? Come on!”

“I am deliberating.” She stated simply.

“Are you kidding me?” I groaned. After a few more minutes of Meredith ‘deliberating’, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

“ARIEL?! WHAT ROOM ARE WE IN?” I yelled down the hallway. I heard someone shuffle around a few doors down and Ariel stuck her head out.

“What? Meredith was supposed to have told you.” She frowned. On que, Meredith stuck her head out of the door, looking grumpy.

“I was deliberating.” She pouted.

I laughed and strained myself as I pulled the cart to our room. Ariel came over and helped by pushing it while Meredith cheered us on.

“You can do it! Go! Go! Go! I have faith in you! Move that cart!” She jumped up and down and we clapping, most likely disrupting our neighbors. We were sure making a good first impression.

It only took a few seconds to drag our stuff into our room, which was numbered 503. Once we were inside with the door closed behind us, I closed my eyes and fell to the floor, completely tired. I felt someone grab my limp arm and drag me to the couch. I felt myself sink into the soft cushions and I smiled. As I slowly floated to sleep, I heard a giggle and Ariel yell at Meredith before I felt someone jump onto my stomach.

My eyes snapped open and I shoved Meredith off my, sitting up and grabbing my stomach.

“Mother flipper! What was that for?!” I yelled at Meredith, which only made her laugh harder. She was rolling on the floor, hardly able to breathe. Ariel was sitting on the coffee table laughing also.

“HA! MOTHER FLIPPER! WHO SAYS THAT?” Meredith howled.

I looked over at Ariel. “You have to admit, it was brilliant- you just laying there, not expecting anything, and then BAM!” Ariel doubled over and began to laugh harder.

I rubbed my stomach and tried to keep a straight face, but watching them crack up made it difficult. I let a small smile slip and before I knew it I was laughing with them. I couldn’t stay mad at them, and they knew it. Anyways, if the roles were swapped, I would have taken advantage of it, also.

When we were finished laughing, I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes with my arms still wrapped around my stomach. Every few seconds, I would open my eyes to make sure I wasn’t going to by attacked again, but saw that Meredith was still on the floor and Ariel was lounging on the coffee table still.

I decided to look around at our new home. It was amazing, and extravagant, and beautiful and perfect. The color scheme was turquoise, cream and black. It was old fashioned, given that this was an old building. It was, basically, my dream home. My mouth hung open as I looked around the room. There were two couches next to each other, facing a huge flat screen TV, with a gorgeous table between them. The floor was mainly deep brown wood, but there was the occasional carpet. There was an enormous mirror resting on above a great fireplace, and a dining room was separated by a wall.

The table was the same dark brown wood, but it rested on a cream carpet that matched the moldings on the wall. A deep blue runner was laid on the table and plate, utensils and napkins were already set up. Directly above the table was a magnificent chandelier that sparkled in the light, shooting rainbows on the opposite walls.

I was completely speechless.

My eyes wandered to a door and I slowly walked over to it. I pushed my way into the next room and my heart froze. The kitchen. It was my dream kitchen.

The theme in the other room was timeless beauty, but this was all state-of-the-art. The best appliances were covering the countertops and everything was either granite or stainless steel. I spun around in circles, trying to remember every square inch. I ran my fingers gently over the cool surfaces, not wanting to ruin anything. I spotted another door that was slightly ajar in the far corner. I walked past a breakfast table, fridge and dishwasher as I made my way towards it.

I opened the door and flicked the light on to reveal the pantry.

I’m not one to usually cuss, so please excuse my language.

But, seriously?

Holy shit.

 

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