Harry immediately opens up the door.
“Is Niall here?” I ask, peeking behind him just a bit to see.
“In the bathroom. I was actually just going to go see Louis...” he says as he exits the room. “Go get him,” he whispers as he walks by.
I walk in and take a seat on the edge of one of the beds, waiting for Niall to come out. I don’t know what to do, so I end up just sitting there worrying until he comes out a minute later.
“Arielle, you can’t be in here. Zayn-” he begins before I cut him off.
“I don’t care what Zayn thinks. I feel so open with you and I really want us to hang out again. Even if it is in secret,” I say, standing up and taking a step closer to him.
“I don’t know. Zayn was pretty clear when he said he doesn’t want us getting close,” he responds hesitantly.
“Zayn doesn’t know what’s good for me,” I state. “He thinks he needs to keep me protected from the world, but what I really need is some people to help me get out there.”
“One of those people being me?” he questions and I nod. “I don’t know.”
“Why not, Niall? We don’t have to tell him,” I say, getting irritated.
“I just-” he starts before sliding down the wall and putting his face in his hands.
“Niall, please explain,” I whisper softly.
He mumbles something through his hands, but I don’t understand.
“What?” I ask.
“I said... I think I’m falling for you,” he barely whispers, but I catch it.
I don’t know how to react. At first I don’t believe him, but then I remember his words from earlier: You are so perfect it hurts, Arielle! I look down at Niall who looks at me expectantly.
“Well?” he questions worriedly.
“I... I don’t think I want to be in a relationship,” I answer truthfully.
My past experience with Ryder has scarred me slightly, making me not able to completely trust someone as a boyfriend.
“I’m sorry, Arielle. I shouldn’t have said anything. I just thought I should tell you,” he mutters as he stands up and sits down next to his pillow on the bed, obviously upset by my answer.
“I should go. Thanks for telling me,” I stammer before rushing out the door.
I don’t want to talk to anybody so I trudge into the elevator and out the front door of the hotel. I convince one of the guards to drive me to the bookstore. This is what I do when I am conflicted. I buy new books and read them all at once.
I browse around for a good hour before buying a total of fourteen books. I pay the cashier and head back out to the SUV. He drives me back and I carry all of the paperbacks to mine and Louis’s room. When I walk in, I find Harry and Louis watching American football on the television.
Without saying a thing to either of them, I grab the first book my hand finds in my bag, take it our on the balcony, and frantically begin to read. I already like it by the time I am on the third page. I stay out on that balcony for a few hours until I finally finish the book in record time.
I stroll back inside and this time only Louis is there. He is changed since they will be going to their concert in thirty minutes.
“How did it go?” he asks.
“Horrible,” I growl as I grab another book and take it back outside with Louis following me.
“What do you mean? What happened?” he pesters, getting nervous.
“He... told me he's falling for me,” I manage before opening the book.
Thankfully, he gets the hint and walks back into our room. He comes back a few minutes later to ask if I am going to the concert, but I decline politely. I continue reading and finish two more books before the boys get back. Louis and I both shower and change before easily drifting off to sleep.