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.


32. Not Coming Back to Me

Bella's POV

I ran after Tanner, reaching him at the elevator. I yanked him back so the elevator would close without him on it.

He was crying, or at least he was trying to blink away the tears.

"Tanner, we're you really into me last night?"

"What the hell Bella didn't you just see me pour my heart out in there?"

"Well honestly you were being an ass hole punching my boyfriend and all."

"Do you know who he is, he's Niall Horan! A famous pop star or whatever, he's going to break your heart anyways. One night stands with so many girls, always being gone. So many factors that keep you and him apart. Plus he lives in the UK!"

"We have something keeping us apart too you know Tanner, and Niall's from Ireland."

"The only thing spreading us out is distance. And it's on the same continent. He's from a whole other world." Tanner squeaked, his voice cracking.

I felt bad thinking about what he said. Cause' it's all true. I mean the average boy band guy. Sleeps with tons girls, leaves a trail of broken hearted, out raged girlfriends. He is normally very attractive and strings along one particular girl the longest. Then their break up is all over the cover of every magazine He claims she was just a fling, and she says that they were something more and then she ends up looking like the crazy one. Soon they break up cools down, then years later they boy gets married and settles down while the girl he strung along is a distant memory not worth thinking of anymore. At least isn't that how it normally goes?

"Your thinking about it." Tanner put an arm on my shoulder. He leaned in close to my ear.

"He doesn't really love you how many time have you had sex?"

I jumped, but his breathing calmed me down.

"Twice." I gulped, I can't believe I told him that.

"And when he gets bored where will he go?"

"Away I guess," I replied.

My brain yelled, 'He's manipulating you' while my heart sang, 'He's right. He's right.'

Tanner pressed the elevator door button it opened and my feet went with him.

"You know he really is gonna leave."

I looked at him, "Really?"

Tanner nodded, yes.

Why the hell was this cutting so deep. I know because I've always considered this. It was always a possibility right. Shitty things happen with regular guys, gosh, who knows what would happen with one of the biggest pop stars in the world. One out of five of them I guess. That's all I ever do now, is guess.

Next thing I know I'm in a cab with Tanner, paparazzi asking me who was this guy and where was Niall but I ignored them with a dead look in my eyes. I let them snap their pictures and let Tanner guide me into the cab. Tanner held my hand,

"Bella Swan, I'm going to take you some place special. Remember our trip to the Statue of Liberty?"

I nodded.

"I'm going to take you some place even better than there. I've been planning it out ever since I left you that night."

"Oh really?" I could hear the blandness in my own voice.

"Yup, like I said I cant stop thinking about it's like I got Bella on the Brain!"

I laughed, a fake one but Tanner didn't seem to notice. Can't he hear my love for Niall in my voice. Of course he can't because I'm with him and I left Niall. I was so afraid that Niall would be the one to leave me, I wanted to get out but I couldn't. I mean I could, but just thinking about Niall's heart broken face made me want to puke.

Niall's POV

After about two hours of just sitting there waiting I looked at Zayn watching me from the couch.

"She's not coming back is she?" I looked up.

"Her stuff is here she's going to come back." Zayn replied with a sense of hope in his voice.

"No I mean she's not coming back to ME."

Zayn looked at me, "I..."

"Forget it Zayn." I calmly cut him off and walked to my room and fell asleep.

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