From the Caribbean to the British Isles

Isabela lived in a town of sandy, blue watered beaches. After graduating High School, she's accepted to Cambridge University under the ideas of becoming a world known journalist. Upon arriving to the U.K. she realizes she knows nothing about the country she is in now. But in an unsightly miracle she get help from a mysterious figure. Let's see what Isabela from Isabela will find in her adventures in the U.K.




*somethings might be written in Spanish concerning my roots.*

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17. It keeps getting better and better....

" No you first, No you first..." Louis and Tarah had been like this for a month. Dating, and official the week after their first date. Niall and I hadn't even gone official yet. We were taking things slow. We wanted to get to know every single detail before going too far. Guess we ruined that when we had sex little over a month ago.  He hasn't touched me ever since.

 One thing had to come out of this, Alex and Bianca broke up.  It was real nasty thing. But, we're all positive it was for the better, no questions asked.  "Would you both stop it! You're in the same room talking by the phone! Just hang up at the same time!" Alex yelled he had become quite irritable.  "But, I can't do that to my lovely Tarah!" Louis mimicked his tone to a T. It was fantastic.

Alex held back a growl. What the hell could bother him about this? He did the same with Bianca. I guess you wonder where Gwen fits in all of this, she's in Ireland, so am I.  I haven't met his parents yet. But Liam says I might do so soon. Honestly, I'm kinda scared, I don't know how to act. Last time I met someone's parents I didn't talk at all. Except for Mr. and Mrs Kavannagh, it was quite normal then.  I didn't feel nervous at all.  

  And most of all Nana began noticing. I started eating less and laughing was weird. Niall began noticing, and that was bad.  Yes, I was happy with him, but things were awkward sometimes. And, I'm sure he feels it too. 

 It was January, and the boys were getting ready for the tour.  I knew this moment would come, I just didn't think it would come so fast.  It sounds cliché and all, but it's true. I didn't want to be away from them, but I had to go back to college. Modelling couldn't be everything. But it started feeling so. I couldn't just quit college, everything I'd work hard for would go to the drain. But, I just didn't feel like it at the moment.

Nana suggested I take a few months free until I figured it out. I had taken over a month free. More time off couldn't be beneficial. I had to keep myself active. So I started taking an online course in graphic design. And eventually, I dropped out of Cambridge. It was too much. Unlike me, Alex began studying in Ireland through the internet still in Cambridge. He's studying Diplomacy.

 What are the odds! It use to be him saying that learning wouldn't do any good, now it's me.  Jeez! Gimme a break! He use to say, Nope, not anymore. He became more serious, if that's possible. He goes to London from time to time to see his parents. But, I find myself lonelier away from everyone. Niall can't be in Ireland all the time, tour time is almost here. Gwen keeps me company, but she has friends and alife to tend to. Moira, Maura, and Brida have school life to take of. They are only a years time to become what ever they wanted. And I was stuck with my High School Diploma. 

 I haven't heard of Puerto Rico. I legally took over English and Irish Nationality. No more, immigration troubles. I spend my time between Dublin and the airport. Live in Dublin, go to a showcase somewhere unknown. That's my life. Tarah accompanies me most of the time. I have become quite bitter. Spotlight works, for now. Harry suggested I write how I feel in a journal. I started, but, it looks like a mess with uncoordinated thoughts. Gwen says I should design my way out of misery, I just can't seem to stop feeling sorry for myself.

 Louis says all I need is sometime alone, with Niall. In other words, I need sex. Yep, I can't just go to London. I haven't seen that Irish boy in 2 weeks. But here I am, in London, on my way to Niall's flat. The house they all shared is still there, just that Niall stays there when he's busy, closer than the house.

 When I reach the door, I'm way nervous. What would he think of me? I can't just do this. But, I need to. My heart needs to know he still has feelings for me. That I wasn't just a one night stand. So, I take up all my bottled up courage and knock. There he was, in a pair of sweats and a t shirt. His hair as messy as can be, with those mesmerizing blue eyes. "Hey, I didn't expect you'd come all the way here." He said, a lot of shock crossing his voice, but a smile couldn't stop from making its way to his lips.

 "Um, I know it's unexpected, but I just couldn't wait to see you." I sighed, "I should go, I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry, I'll leave you now." I felt stupid and dumb and completely crazy for doing this. Niall held on my arm, he turned me around and kissed me. At first I was in shock, but I gave in to the kiss. He pulled me inside with him and shut the door behind us.  We kissed for a while. He eventually fucked me against the wall.

"I love you, Niall, never forget that."

"I love you too, Bella, always have, always will" 

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