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.


38. Moving On Looking Back

Bella's POV

I was unpacking some of the stuff into my flat. As my twenty first birthday present my parents had decided to pay the rent for it, I had offered to pay for half of the expenses but my parents insisted that I save the money and add it to my life's savings. I hated this, sometimes I swear through their eyes I looked seven instead of twenty one. But I like saving my own money so it's all cool. I took out this huge shirt that had shrunk down just a bit from being washed so many times, NANDO'S BOY, it read. I looked at it thinking of that summer two years ago. I smiled, Niall Horan. That would be a great story to tell my kids. I set the shirt on my lap and continued to dig through it looking from my tooth brush.

"Shit." I had forgotten it, I had to go out and buy a new one. I considered going to get one tomorrow morning because I was too tired tonight but I always brushed my teeth right before I went to bed and I didn't want to stop that now. After hanging up some clothes, I wonder what place was close by and would be open this time of night I looked around for a wall clock. It read 10:46 PM. It wasn't that late, I slipped on my hoodie, yes that same hoodie that Becka gave me. I hadn't grown that much sense then and so it still fits.

I grabbed some cash and slipped it into my hoodie pocket, I was so happy they accepted American currency here.

Man, I was tired my yawn ate up my whole face, and the door knob felt cold under my hand.

In mid yawn I opened the door and saw him. Niall Horan, at my flat in Australia.

"Hey." he said timidly.

I just looked at him, my face still stretched in mid-yawn. He chuckled and stroked my cheek.

"Can I come in?"

I closed my mouth, I was wide awake now. He came in and sat on the couch. Watching my every move, watching me go closer to the door.

"Where are you going?" his voice on edge, then I remember what happened two years ago when I left him, lost from him for about a day with Tanner, then finding Becka.

"I forgot to pack a toothbrush, I was just leaving to go buy one." I pointed onto the street through the open door.

"I could come with you." Niall whispered.

"I got this." I said, not able to say his name.


When I came back about twenty minutes late Niall was gone. Good. I didn't want to see him, I didn't wanna be stirred up in this love thing again for a while. I didn't wanna accept emotions that were running high. I heard feet shuffling from upstairs in my room. Then I heard a deep Irish accent say something I couldn't hear from where I was.

"Niall," There I said his name. "Niall..."

I caught him picking up this black lace bra, when I walked him her threw it down blushing,

"You've been caught." I say trying to snatch away one of my many bags away from him.

"Sorry." He whispered.

I past him knowing his eyes were glued onto me. I laid down on my bed, to tired to do anything else. The flight was exhausting. When I opened my eyes Niall's face was barely a few inches away.

"You look older." he breathed, hot breath falling on my neck.

I closed my eyes again, "So do you."

"What did you mean by my heart feels like a million butterflies?"

"Oh you read that article about me?"

"Yeah, I just you know, typed your name in Google and it popped up."

My eyes still closed, I felt him pull away and the other side of the bed creaked as he sat down on it.

"I meant that my heart was beating really fast, like a million butterflies beating their wings."

There was a silence.

"You cut your hair." he said, his voice hoarse.

"Good observation."

Niall's POV

I needed to see if she still felt the same way as I do because so far this small talk is killing me.




"What Niall?"


"Oh my gosh Niall, what?"

I pushed my lips onto hers, she jumped, but then grabbed my head pulling me closer, kissing me back. In between gasps she spoke,


"What have you forgotten?" I asked pulling away.

"How good your lips feel against mine."


I came over to her again kissing her softly this time. I felt a wobbly hand undo my belt, the buckle clinking melting in with the sounds of our breathes in between kisses.


I cant exactly how we did it but we were both naked now bodies pressing into one another.

I laid Bella down onto her bed and straddled her. I rubbed my hand from the valley between her breasts down to her stomach tracing over her belly button.

She grabbed my face pulling me in for a kiss running her fingers through my hair.

"Bella..Bella," I said pulling from the kiss. A disappointed whimper escaped from her lips.

I got off from on top of her and going to find my pants and underwear slipping them back on. She wrapped the covers around her chest and waist,

"What's wrong Niall."

"I want to build something again between us not just bridges with a foundation on sex."

Bella nodded, "Understandable."

She slipped by me smacking my butt making me jump.

I heard the shower water run, and I heard her step inside.

I sat there thinking to myself that I was with Bella again and nothing could possibly feel more right.

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