Nobody Compares

Chapter Forty-Seven- It Was Just A Crush

Thats what my life was life. People used to tell me how beautiful I was but I never believed it. They would give me advice when I never asked. Sometimes it was appreciated. I knew looks could get me far in life, advice coul get me further, but intelligence got me the furthest by far. I began to focus on intelligence but looks began getting ahead. I remember having to forcefully put myself down, telling myself how ugly I was, and since then I believed it.

I starred out the window despite all the times Niall tried to talk to me. He'd talk about news, the weather. Eventually I felt one thing [A/N did it again :P] needed to be said. "Niall, if you were cheating on me, and you can't prove you weren't, we're over. Done. Okay?"

"Yeah, I suppose so." He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles went deadly white. We soon pulled up to the hotel, so he went up to the main desk.

"Can I help you?" The woman looked in her early thirties, late twenties. She had black hair pulled into a tight bun, wrinkles pulled back with botox.

"Uh, can I have the latest billing for my room? Niall Horan." Niall tried to hold my hand, but I yanked it away. He looked at my face, showing despair.

"Oh, you're the one causing this mayhem outside." She gave a weak smile, and began to type away on her computer.

"And her, too." Niall jerked a thumb my way, but she didn't look up.

"Okay, Mr. Horan, here is your last billing list." She printed out the small reciept, Niall quickly grabbed it.

Yesterday/Later

1 hotel room: deluxe, one bed

Dinner for 6, downstairs restaurant

Most Recent

1 deluxe dinner to room Time: 03:28 AM

Champagne & nuts for 2 Time: 03:31 AM

"Can you please explain how the dinner and champagne with nuts goes? How to order?" The woman let out a groan, and turned to us.

"First the guest calls us, and we send a waitor or waitress to the room to verify the order, and for things with alcohol, we have to be 100% sure you are legal. Is that all?" I turned to Niall, realizing I owed him a huge apoligy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sighing.

"I'd never cheat on someone like you, okay? Please understand that, I love you." It was the first time he said it to my face. Relief washed through myself, and I had to smile. He didn't cheat on me. I had to be in love with him if that happened and I still had feelings for him. It had to be SOMETHING.

"I love you, too." I threw my hands around his neck, muffling all my sobs. The lady had to have thought we were crazy. "I love you," I repeated. "I'm so sorry." What happened last night ... that was for nothing. It was as if I just did this whole sitcom type comedy for myself. I giggled at myself while tears fell to the clean floor.