Slamming the door shut and turning the lock, I pressed my body against the door. I felt myself breathing heavily as I looked back at the picture that I was still holding. I smiled to myself as my body began to ease. We did look pretty cute. Then suddenly my body tensed up again.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No distractions!” I whispered to myself as I threw the picture on my bed and pressed my hands against my forehead. I picked up the phone to call the front desk. “Hi, can I request security for room 652 please?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful.
“Right away mademoiselle,” I heard a thick French accent on the other line. Before I could hang up, my cell phone began to ring.
“Hello?” I asked as I started madly throwing clothes back into my suitcase.
“Summer! Do you know that you’re the home page of Hotmail?” I heard the familiar voice of Annabelle.
“No way!” I said, running over to my laptop and searching up the page. Sure enough, there was the picture of me and Niall plastered across one of the most looked at websites in all the world! “This cannot be happening!” I logged onto the Twitter account I had made for Hope Carter and sure enough there was tweets streaming through. “You and Niall are so cute, I hope you get married,” I began to read the tweets to Annabelle. “I hate you. You don't deserve Niall.”
“Well then,” Annabelle said through the phone
"I have to go," I said, about to hang up on Annabelle.
“You’re not going to tell me about Niall?” Annabelle screamed at me.
“I don’t have time. We’re leaving for Romania soon,” I said, hanging up. I sighed as I dialled Niall’s number on my phone. “Niall?”
“Yeah?” I heard a tired sounding Niall. I had probably woken him up.
“Do you have screaming reporters at your door?” I asked, looking up at the ceiling.
“No, I have security for that,” he said.
“Mind if you share one or something,” I said, pressing my ear against the door to see if the reporters were gone. I heard him laugh to himself. “Hey, well I was going to go down for breakfast, but I don’t think that’s such a good idea anymore.”
“Why?” a puzzled sounding Niall said.
“You haven’t seen the pictures yet, have you?” I asked, as I slowly opened my door and peered out the crack I had created. The hallway was empty and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“There’s always pictures,” he said, sighing. “You can come over to my room, I’m going to ordered food.”
“Cool. I’ll be there in a sec,” I said hanging up and sliding through the door.
“Hey love,” Niall said smiling, as he opened his door. He went in to give me a hug, but I walked right past him.
“You can’t call me love,” I said, placing my hands on my hips.
“And why not?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Because you call all the other girls love,” I said, smirking at him.
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The Bucket List (A Niall Horan Fanfic)
FanfictionShe's that crazy musical genius who received a scholarship to Juilliard, but vowed she would never play a note of music again, turned down the scholarship and moved across Canada to pursue journalism. Most people saw Summer Terrace as a lost cause...
