The thumping of my heart against my ribcage was getting worse and I placed one hand over it as if that would coax it into calming down.
I hear him walking into my room, my body pressing against the back of the closet as he speaks again, "Marco?" th...
It's been a week since the concert and all I'm gonna say is I did not open or let anyone open the blinds in the entire house the whole week, and my two closest friends don't like my boyfriend. So I am having a great week. If there was a
price on emotions and reading people's mind, I'd sell my kidney to know why Ayla and Niall despise Kyle.
Ayla doesn't like Kyle because she says he doesn't like her? He just... doesn't like her partying too much and since I go almost everywhere with her, I guess that bothers him.
According to Ayla he is too controlling but I don't know. Does he overly express his dislike for certain things like clothes and partying? Yes, but that's how almost every guy is in a relationship. I think of it as being protective, although, sometimes I don't agree with whatever he is saying. I try to voice out my opinion but he explains how I was wrong or I'm just not in the mood to argue and let it go.
Kyle dropped by the day after we went to the bar to check up on how I was. Severely hungover. That's all I was. He scolded me a little for drinking more than I could handle but I was really out of it to say anything.
I spent the rest of the week reorganizing my room, sending in some job applications and binge-watching Grey's Anatomy. I'd say that a week well spent.
I'm supposed to meet Niall today for dinner and I guess I'll be seeing the other guys as well since the address he texted is a penthouse. It makes sense for them to be living together, at least while on tour.
I put on a black turtle-neck sweater and a pair of high-waisted jeans. I didn't accessorize much, except for the charm bracelet I always wear. I put some light mascara and a clear gloss on, grabbing my bag and keys.
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The penthouse wasn't that far from where I lived, it was hardly a 10-minute drive. The elevators opened straight into the living room of the house and there is absolutely no one. Does Niall remember he invited me here? Did I come here on the wrong day?
"Niall? Is anyone home?" I walked towards the sofa. The penthouse was amazing. The kitchen was to the left, there were some high breakfast chairs on the exterior of the kitchen. There was a mini bar one of the corners and the stairs led up to the bedrooms I'm guessing.
I spin slowly and walk backwards, looking around the apartment and I flinch when I hit into something. I turned and a pair of hands grabbed my arms.
A pair of green eyes look at me, a crease between the brows. "What are you doing here?" Harry raises his eyebrows. "I uhh... I was just..." Words Hope, use words.
"Niall!" I yelp, his brows crease again, deeper. "I'm.. here to see Niall. He invited me for dinner." Harry smirks, his eyes turning a shade deeper, "He's not here." He walks past me and walks into the kitchen. "Well, can I wait for him then?" I point at the couch.
