My Boyfriend: Niall Horan

Bella Apollo is 19 years old. Bella was an average girl, average face, average life. For the summer her and a few friends were living in a pent house in her uncle's hotel in New York City. The boys of One Direction had decided to come to America and explore New York City, to see what it's like to live in this cultural hub for the summer. Bella and 1D's paths cross unexpectly and she falls for a certain artificially blonde heartthrob but a struggle in the Apollo family tears at their relationship. Something else happens which challenges their relationship and Bella is nothing short form torn.


35. Hey

Bella's POV


"You already said that."

"I know."

We looked at each other, me and her. She held out her hand,

"My name is Becka."

"My name is Bella."

"Bella and Becka. People with names starting with the same letter seem to gravitate towards each other."

I looked at her, couldn't she see I wanted to be alone? I guess I felt a little good, everyone else who passed by me, looked at me as if I was some kind of dirty street monster.

"Really huh?"

"Yup, like me I could sense your name began with a B so I decided to come talk to you." Her hand is still out stretched. I grabbed it thinking she was going to shake my hand but she pulled me into a hug.

"You need a coffee with lots of sugar in in. Maybe a donut. Your energy is all too sad."

I looked at her, she had the prettiest slanted eyes, I couldn't tell if she was Korean, Chinese, or Japanese, or whatever. Her shiny black hair caught the lighting just right and it shimmered in the sun. I saw she had on deep red lipstick and pink eye shadow.

"Come." she simply said.

I didn't want to get up but she pulled me up anyways. She held my wrist as I held my head down suddenly feeling self conscious again. Becka had on this top with peacock feathers tangling from the bottom and peacock feather earrings. Her pants were as pink as her eye shadow. Light yet still noticeable and then these UG boots with paint splatters all over them. Interesting, actually it looked good on her, making her yellow tented skin glow. Her skin was flawless. All I could do was stare at her slanted eyes, holding these deep chocolate brown irises. They reminded me of my dad's irises. I had this sudden wanting to go back home to see him.

Niall's POV

We searched all around people kept walking up to me asking for autographs I gave out a few and told the others I was busy. Some paparazzi showed up asking where was the boys and who was they boy with me referring to Tanner. They took our pictures never tiring of our none answers and kept on snapping photos.

"She must have left." Tanner whispered in my ear. He was getting antsy with all these cameras wanting it go.

We jogged away with camera flashing behind us. I caught Tanner giving me a worried look but I ignored it and kept going. She had to come back, logically speaking. She just wouldn't leave all her stuff here. Actually I really mean she wouldn't leave me here.

Bella's POV

Becka and I walked out of Central Park, but I didn't recognize anything. A few blocks away her car was parked. Her license plate read, TRULUV IS REL. I shuttered, yeah right.

We got in, here I was getting into a car with some strange girl who seemed extremely "in sync" with who she was and I liked that.

"So, I can see by the way your eyes crease ever so slightly is you're worried about something, specially a boy, specially a boy that you've had sexual relations with, specially a boy who loves you, specially a boy who you messed thing up with, specially a boy-"

"Stop that."

Becka smiled, "It is because I'm right?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"It's plastered all over your face."

"You got all that from my face?"

"Some people probably can't see it as deep as I can but it's there."

Becka leaned over to the back seat and handed me a hoodie, "Your shirt had dirt on it." I slid it on.


Then she slipped a rubber band from her wrist, dangling it in front of my face. I put my hair into a ponytail. "Thanks again."

She reached over to the glove box and took out some breath mints. I took two, I awkwardly nodded implying that was another 'thank you.'

"You're very welcome Bella."

I liked the way she said my name, her voice held the B making it sound like some sort of sweet candy.

"It's almost as if your prepared to pick up heartbroken girls who spent the night in Central Park."

She shrugged, "My mom told me that I was going to help someone today."

I looked at her, "And you knew exactly what I was going to need?"

"Nope, you just got lucky I happened to have this stuff." When I put the second breath mint in my mouth Becka nodded with a satisfied look on her face.

"Now you are presentable."

I shrugged trying not to sound offended, I knew I wasn't a sight for sore eyes but dang. The car sputtered to life.

"Where are we going?" I asked Becka.

"Somewhere that feels right."

What the hell did she mean by that? Somewhere that feels right...

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