Mind over Matter

My life was perfect. I had a succesful job, a wonderful boyfriend, loving best friends, and a comfortable apartment. I lived in New York as a fashion designer. My name is Hannah Mortez. Everything was fine...until I met him.


7. Chapter 7 (rsc)


Bubbles and soap were pouring out from under the door. Niall gently touched the handle almost as if fire were behind the door. He pulled it open and soap and water blew from behind the door. Niall shielded me as if it would have helped. I was pounded with water and soap from all directions. It flowed out. "I DIDNT PUT THAT MUCH!" He said pushing me up from the bubbles flooding the halls. "NEITHER DID I-wait." I looked at him. "You put some in?" He nodded. I put my forehead in my hands. "So did I..." We shifted around in the bubbles. I felt him move. "Niall?" I looked around. He was in the middle of the mess making a bubble beard. He was like a child. I smiled at him and got a handful.

"Might as well put it to good use. " He said filling my face with soapy bubbles. I laughed and smirked and as he put bubbles above my lips. I pushed up some bubbles with my hands and formed them into an afro above his head. He laughed. I sighed pushing the bubbles off my face.

"We should get someone to clean this up before it ruins my stuff." I climbed through the bubbles, slipping a few times, and searched for the complicated OFF button. My hand searched around and I could find the switch. I pushed through the bubbles and looked for the power cord instead. "Hannah! No don't do that it'll-" As I reached my hand to unplug it, bubbles seeped into the power socket. My hand sparked and I feel limp to the floor. The last thing I saw was Niall hovering over me pulling me away from the wet mess.

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