Daytona Baby [N.H]

32

Olivia Campbell

I'm fucking fuming.

I can't believe Niall would pull a stunt like that. He used the idea of sex against me, not only getting what he wanted, which was for me to leave, but he also made me look like an air-headed girl who just can't resist him.

He played me.

I don't even know why he wanted me to leave so bad, and so suddenly. Was he just fucking jealous that I was talking to that other guy? Because he'd be an idiot to be jealous over a man as dull as he was.

He really thought I'd be interested in how well his company did last year. Just about fell asleep. If Niall hadn't been such a dick, I'd say he saved me from the most boring conversation of my life. Like it was even much of a conversation when all he did was talk about himself and all I did was smile and nod.

I'm so done with men tonight.

I'm not sure how long I've been stuck here for. Maybe an hour or so, but it feels like it's been all night. I was yelling through the door hoping someone would hear me but I gave up after the first ten minutes. I even checked every square inch of this bathroom to see if there was any way to get out or unlock the door but that, too, came up short.

Maybe I should just accept that I might be stuck here for a very long time.

I sat on the counter, leaning my head back against the mirror and thinking about how badly I want to punch Niall in the face. Then, after a while, when I heard a noise from the other side of the door, at first I thought I was just imagining it. But I hopped down off the counter and put my ear to the door to investigate, and I could definitely hear something out there.

"Hello? Is someone there?" I called out, banging on the door. I didn't hear anything for a few seconds so I banged again, but the lock clicked and the door swung open.

I was met with a snobby-looking older lady with a scowl on her face that's most likely permanent. "Guests aren't supposed to be back here," she informed me, like I had any choice being stuck in there. She looks like the type of person who would be eaten by her cats after she dies alone.

"Yeah, well, doors aren't supposed to lock from the outside." I threw some attitude right back, then quickly rushed past her, eager to finally get out of this place.

Niall is so fucking dead when I see him.

By the time I get back to the hotel and up the elevator, I'm nearly running down the hallway to Niall's room. I've already spent the whole way here going over all the things I'm gonna rip into him about.

He's not getting off easy tonight.

As I got to Niall's room, Louis was just stepping out into the hallway. "Hey, where've you been?"

It barely registered in my mind that he was there because I was like a bull seeing red, pushing right past him into the hotel room. Niall was standing in the center of the room with his back turned, looking down at what I assumed was his phone.

Perfect opportunity to strike.

Approaching him in three quick strides, lucky I haven't broken my ankle in these heels yet, I got to him before he could turn around and I wound my arm back, smacking him in the back of the head. Hard.

"What the fuck was that, Niall?" I asked angrily, unable to contain my pent up rage that has been building to a crescendo for hours. He spun around immediately, scowling at the fact that I'd just hit him.

Whatever, go fucking cry about it.

"Locking me in the bathroom? Are you fucking five years old?" I continued. He appeared caught off guard by my outburst but if he had a single brain cell left he would've seen it coming.