Dirty Laundry [N.H.]

Hole in One Pt. II

It's been two days since Niall gave me his assistant's number and now I've got it punched into my phone, my thumb hovering over the call button.

I thought I'd last longer than 48 hours, but there's just something about him that makes me want to see him sooner rather than later. These last two days have gone by in a blur and every time I drive around on that golf course I get vivid flashbacks of the way Niall treated me there. How rough he was, how dirty he was, how sweet he was.

I want more.

What happened that day we met was not something I ever expected, especially from someone like me. Sure I've hooked up with people but that usually required a few drinks to be flowing through my system and a night out away from the constraints of my work. I certainly never expected for it to happen at work and that too with someone like Niall.

Niall.

Someone I can't get out of my head no matter how many times I try. Every time I go to work, all I remember is his brunette hair begging for me to run my fingers through it again. I remember the way he looked at me, and I can practically hear his voice vibrating through my body. I'm desperate to hear it again.

That night when I went home, I was in awe. I couldn't stop replaying our moments together over and over again in my head. How did someone like him find interest in someone like me? Surely it had to be a lapse of judgement on his part. It made no sense to me but it's safe to say I went to bed with rosy cheeks and an evident smile on my face.

I practically fought my thoughts, running back and forth between deciding whether or not I should actually do what he said before he left and call him. I couldn't figure out if he really wanted me to do that or if it was something he just told everyone he hooked up with, maybe to be nice?

Either way, the irrational part of my thoughts won and made the decision that I was indeed going to call him whether or not I liked it. At least this way I'll know where he stands. Either he was serious and wanted me to call him, or he was just being polite. It's time to find out.

I bite the bullet and press down on the call button. It's almost five in the evening so I'm hoping I catch him just before he leaves his office, if he's still even there. I still don't know what he does exactly. It's not like we really got a chance to talk much considering all the other....activities we were doing. I would love to know though, I can just tell that he's an interesting man.

I can't stop pacing around my room as the phone rings in my ear. My heart is already racing in my chest and my lip is already raw with how much I've chewed on it in just these last few seconds. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to form full sentences once somebody picks up on the other end.

"Horan Media, this is Estelle speaking, how may I help you?"

My feet halt on their own accord and I quickly sit on my bed, my legs already feeling like jelly. With my heart thumping and my legs shaking, I open my mouth. "Hi," I meekly say, "I'm looking for Niall?"

Saying those words makes me sweat and I don't know if it's because I thought no one would answer the phone realistically, or because someone did actually answer it and now I'm going to have to deal with the outcome of it.

I finger the quilt on my bed as I await her response. "Do you have an appointment?" She fires back, causing me to still. "Uh, no...." I trail off, feeling stupid for thinking I could just call and talk to him. He's obviously a busy man. "I guess if you could just tell him that Talia called? I can make an appointment I gue—"

"Talia?" She interrupts. I hum. "Darling, why didn't you say so? I'll patch you right through to Mr. Horan."

A smile curls on my lips at her words after I thank her. Did he tell her about me? Was he actually expecting me to call? A rush of heat warms my cheeks at the thought of him awaiting my call. I hardly even know this man and I'm already giddy at the thought of him thinking about me.