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.

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36. Searching for Answers

Niall's POV

In about two hours it will reach the twenty four our mark and I would have to call the police. Man, I cried and in front of Tanner too. Tanner reached over inside the cab we were in and grabbed my shoulder.

"I wouldn't be crying yet. She's probably no dead or anything,"

I sniffled, Tanner looked at me,

"Probably...not dead."

The words rolled off his tongue stinging his mouth. I watched his consider the possibility and we rode in silence. We finally at the hotel once again, I peered up looking at the building. Oh the things that happened in there. I couldn't bare to go inside and walked down some blocks and went into a bar. Tanner got back in the cab and left. The bar tender looked at me and tried to flirt smacking her gum freakishly loud while trying to get my attention.

"You're Niall Horan aren't you."

No point in lying, I had on no hat, sunglasses, nothing to shield my identity, and no Paul to help me. We left Paul back in Ireland then he flew back to home from there. He deserved a break, so far we could manage on our own so we decided to keep it up to now. I nodded to the bar tender slowly hoping she'd get the memo I didn't really want to be bothered.

"You're supposed to be 21 to drink in America and I know you're only 19. But since you're cute I'll give you all the drinks you could possibly want. Maybe you could drink and I could drink...maybe we could get horny, maybe we could escape to the back of this joint and you know, sex..."

Her suggestive comment was annoying me. Her tongue licked her lower lips, ginger hair falling to her ear lobes.

"No, I'm in love with someone."

I said it casually, like anybody could simply say it and mean it all at the same time. She didn't give up every time walking by swinging her hips more forcefully than normal people would sometimes cupping her breasts and would see me glance up at her,

"This bra is tight, so fitting, it would help if someone could take it off."

She ran a finger across her lower lips. I sat there for some hours. Finally I drank another beer, one over my limit. The ginger came over to me, knowing the signs when someone had reached the state of absolutely crazy fucking drunk by working here for some time now.

"Fuck me Niall Horan. You don't know my name, and you don't have too it doesn't matter but all I want is you inside of me."

I leaned over the counter and cupped her hands in my face pulling her closer putting my face into her neck. She breathed hard and then I looked into her eyes. Pale gray-ish.

"You are too pretty, too smart to be merely just some easy sex toy to men. Be more than what you are doing now. Cheap, you are some much more."

I pulled away she was pissed at me, "I just wanted a quick orgasm." she breathed.

"And I want my one true love to come back but seems like the world just likes to be unfair. Am I right?"

I left walking the short distance away to the hotel on wobbly feet.

Bella's POV

Becka drove us around the city stopping at every café, park, or interesting looking building.

"Does this place feel right to you Bella?" she would always asked when we stopped.

I would look up nod my head no and then rest my head on the side of the door and close my eyes until she gently nudged me waking me to ask her question again.

For awhile she hadn't said anything but then I felt the car stop. When I opened my eyes I felt a tear cross down my cheek.

"This place feels right doesn't it?"

I nodded and raced out of the car. I turned back to Becka. Her gorgeous slanted eyes looking up at me.

"Becka can I get your phone number, email address, twitter username. You know...to stay in touch."

Becka nodded her head no, "If our friendship is meant to last we will meet each other again in a unlikely place. If that happens then I will dish out the information you desire."

That Becka was weird. But in the best way possible. She drove off.

~~~

I knocked on the door not having a room key and Elly answered pulling me into a hug.

"I was so worried."

Everyone came and grouped hugged me, Zayn could feel my anticipation to see Niall.

"He's not here he went out looking for you but he'll be back soon."

"Why don't you call him?" I asked.

"He left in such a haste his phone is still on the kitchen counter."

I nodded okay and said I went off to bed, but I decided to slip away into Niall's room.

I went through his stuff finding this giant shirt with the words NANDOS BOY on it. I slipped it on and then crawled into Niall's bed. I mean the hotel's bed but Niall had laid his head down here before.

I felt a body curl up beside me and pull me close. I was asleep but I could feel hear somewhere far off in dreamland in the distance I heard an Irish voice whisper sweet things to me.

Niall's POV

There she was in my bed, even in my drunken state I could see her clearly. I had to touch her make sure she was real and she was real under my finger tips. Her body heat was crazy hot so I pulled the covers off of her and cuddled her. I pressed a hand on her forehead. She had a small fever. I got up to get her a glass of water.

Bella's POV

The warmth was gone and the Irish voice that formed love poems were gone as well.

Niall's POV

I woke her up, and signs of and early hangover were coming about. My head pounded a bit. I nudged Bella awake trying to get her up so she could drink this cold water in attempt to cool down her fever. She mumbled something, "Niall is that you?" Her eyes still sewn shut.

"Yeah it's me."

"I'm really cold."

"I know, but you feel really hot."

"But I feel cold."

"I know but you need to drink this it might cool you down."

"But I'm already cold."

I sighed. She already fell asleep again. Man, I lost her until she woke up again.

 

 

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