A/N Wow, 2nd update in a week! My writers block has vanished, so expect even more updates soon! VOTE/COMMENT!
Chapter 5
*Niall's POV*
I called after the girl, but it was too late, she was already gone. I blinked and remembered the look in her deep green eyes when she glanced up at my face. She'd looked shocked, but not in a good way. She seemed like she wanted to get away from me as fast as she possibly could, and I wondered why.
I was snapped out of my daydream when I heard a bunch of people grumbling and shoving their wheelie suitcases around me. I stood up, dusted myself off and began to gather my stuff that had fallen on the floor. I grabbed my phone, keys and guitar picks. But I saw something on the floor that definitely wasn’t mine. A light blue square. When I flipped it over, I realized that it was an iPad Mini, and it belonged to the pale, bony, dark haired, green eyed, American girl. I picked it up and carefully slid it into my bag. Who knows? It might be my ticket to meeting her.
*Ruby's POV*
I sat down on the bed, my old bed in my old room and closed my eyes, breathing in the earthy scent that wafted in through the open windows. I didn't realize that I was crying until I felt wet teardrops fall on my hand. I quickly wiped them off and dried my tears, I was home now, and nothing here would hurt me.
Trying to distract myself, I got out my purse and began unpacking. I emptied all of the bag's contents onto the cream carpet and began to sort through the junk, when I noticed that my iPad Mini wasn’t in the pile. I wanted to curl up into fetal position when I realized that I'd dropped it at the airport and left it there. And now, he, of all people had my prized possession. It was official, I was the unluckiest girl on the planet.
*Niall's POV*
I slid my plastic hotel room card through the lock and pushed the door open. The hotel suite was just like all the others I'd stayed in. Large, spacious, and expensive, but nothing like home. I was homesick, having been away from my family for 4 months. But in a day, I'd be back home in Mullingar, nad the thought of seeing my mum and dad made me grin. That, and the fact that I was once again legal to drink.
I wandered around the suite for 20 minutes until I remembered the iPad. I jogged into the living room, dug out my backpack from underneath the pile of suitcases and enjoy-your-stay fruit baskets that the hotel had sent. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I plopped down on the couch and turned the iPad on, happy that she hadn't put a passcode on it.
I tapped on Twitter, and what I saw was terrible. As soon as I'd opened up the app, the screen was filled with hundreds if not thousands of hate tweets. The girl that I'd bumped into at the airport had seemed so innocent and fragile, like she was incapable of doing anything to cause someone to hate her. But the tweets kept flowing in, and I kept reading them, each one more rude than the last. I finally managed to click on the girl's profile. I scrolled up to the top, to find out who she was and why so many people hated her. I nearly choked on my drink when I read the name. Ruby MacCarthy.
