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.


34. Sleeping Alone



Niall's POV

I couldn't believe that Bella wasn't back yet. We were going to have to face this sooner or later and come on, her stuff was here. I paced in her room hoping that she would come waltzing through the door and into my arms. What was she doing with Tanner, was he making love to her, no, no, only I made love to her but what if he was having sex with her? Was she falling head over heels for Tanner. The night before I was trying to act like I didn't care but we all knew it was a fucking lie. Man, I was on the verge of tears. Zayn suggested we call the police, but it has so be a full 24 hours before we can do that. Her things just lay there useless on the floor.

I walked into her bathroom, there was the soap that flaked off her skin, when I touched her, when I touched her I elicited the most sensual sounds was he now doing the same? I wanted to feel her under me, while I kissed her and felt her and made her feel good, I wanted to watch movies with her, or watch her dance. Was she dancing for Tanner?

I heard someone come in through the door downstairs I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I saw who was at the door with the biggest smile on my face.

"Oh my god you're back..."

Bella's POV

I felt around for Niall's body, his warmth, his love, anything, but it wasn't there. All there was, was the rough bark of a tree under my finger tips. I opened my eyes with a haze over everything until my eyes adjusted to the sunlight. There was a cold snap last night and I was the dumb ass to sit here and do nothing. I had a small fever. I could have at least tried to find my way out of this park. The park was filled with people and I looked like some homeless hippie girl. My hair was jacked up, my eyes most likely had bags under them, I hadn't brushed my teeth and I hadn't taken a shower.

I felt ashamed walking on the path, people looking at me, I heard one lady pull her child away from me,

"No honey, she's dirty."

I was for leaving Niall. I didn't even want to I just felt as though he didn't need to piss off Tanner and then I treated him like that last piece of cold turkey from a few days ago nobody wants.

Niall's POV

Tanner pushed his way past Liam who had opened the door.

"Bella, where is she?"

I looked around at Liam who had inched his way as far as he possibly could from us without trying to be rude.

"She's not here. I thought she was with you, what did you do...lose her?"

I scoffed, smirking because she had tried to get away from him, but why didn't she come back to me?

"Yeah I did lose her, I tried to kiss her last night," Tanner looked at my face before continuing.

I nodded my head for him to continue on,

"And she rejected me, man, she's all yours she only wants you, I was just some pity party. She ran away from me and I came over to see if she's okay but she's not her you say."

"Yeah, I haven't seen her since she left with you yesterday."

We exchanged glances a shift in the air indicating that something bad might have happened to her.

"Where did you take her?" I questioned.

"Central Park," Tanner grabbed his hair in concern a crease growing between his eyebrows, "near the Balto the dog Statue and she ran off."

"Let's start there man."

I was actually teaming up with this son o f a bitch. It was like in one of those movies when two unlikely people turn into a team to solve something, in which case my Bella.

Bella's POV

I ignored the half ass looks people kept giving me as I made my way to an empty park bench. I curled up onto the bench my feet tucked under me and my arms held onto them. I put my head into my lap. Soon I heard myself lightly snoring, I wasn't with Niall or Tanner. I was sleeping on a fucking park bench in the middle of Central Park with a fever, with no way of knowing which way is my temporary home and honestly I don't want to go back. Facing everyone's judgmental looks, the ones who did everything in their power to keep the thin thread connecting me and Niall together, and I just took a pair of scissors and cut it in half. I felt someone sit down on then bench, I wiped some saliva hanging from my mouth quickly.



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