The Mogul (Mature Niall Horan) | Reposted

Chapter 21

I woke up and showered, I smelled like her, the freesia and berries, such a light scent. I needed to wash it off, I needed to wash her from my body the best I could. I walked upstairs to see if she was awake, she was still sleeping. I heard her snore a bit, her lips moving just a touch. I got up and I quietly sat in the bed, watching her sleep.

She was so... it was what Emmitt said, simply beautiful. Her body was soft and real, reacting so strongly to my touch, almost powerfully. Her personality, I finally had hammered down. I had looked up different personality types, and think I had it. Phoenix was what was known as the giver.

Finding this personality type, right online made me truly believe that she was... real. She wasn't faking, she didn't have a game, she wasn't pretending to be all these different people. The personality type, the giver, explains how Phoenix deals with things as they fit into her personal value system. She is also internal, where she listens to her intuition. I think that's what was pulling her to me, why she kept talking to me, why she wanted to keep being around me. She felt something, or so I guessed.

It went into detail about how they are people focused, those with this personality type. It goes on to explain that they understand and care for people, have a special talent of bringing out the best in others. They were interested in love, support, and giving a good time to people. They were encouraging. They make things happen for others so they can get that satisfaction.

It hit the nail on the head, Phoenix with Charlie, hell... Phoenix with me.

It explained that those with this personality get under your skin. They have unselfish motives. This type struggles with being alone, so it explained that they filled their life with activities to keep them busy. I think it explained why she was so busy with school, it steamed from her dad leaving.

They tend to be reserved, which did fit a bit. This personality type is said to be confident, do many different things, bright, full of potential, and good at anything they try. They work at maintaining a structure, they happen to be fussy, which really fit Phoenix. They get satisfaction from serving others, and are genuine. They are so intuitive they can bring people out of themselves. Above all they have a strong need for close, intimate relationships and will do their best to maintain a relationship they are loyal

It was Phoenix, charming, warm, kind, genuine. She was a real girl. This was a real personality type. I wondered if her past had something to do with how she was created. But... I was happy she was like this. I found it to be a beautiful thing. I was... very shocked by what I realized. I felt so guilty, was... did I like her? Was I starting to care for her? I stared at her sleeping face; she was young, and so innocent, in every way you can imagine. I felt awful.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I blinked at her, seeing that she was awake. Her face was puffy, her hair messy, her voice heavy from sleep. She was squinting her eyes, trying to adjust to the light that fell through some of the curtains. She yawned, her nose scrunched up when she did that. It was oddly adorable. I never really got to see women wake up in the mornings, how it happens. Phoenix was already bending and stretching, readjusting to this new day. I found it interesting.

"Just... observing. I'm inquisitive."

"Or creepy." She sat and stretched again, holding the blanket to her chest.

"Did you find last night creepy?" She blushed. "Didn't think so. Come on, breakfast will be at my mother's cabin."

She nodded and rolled out of bed, her clothes baggy on her. She scrunched her toes a bit, and leaned to the side, stretching. It really took her a lot of time to wake. I waited for her downstairs, waiting and waiting. She came out in tight dark wash jeans and an oversized green sweater that looked worn, but it... it fit. She had her red hair straight and smooth down her back.