MY FAVORITE RIVAL

CHAPTER 8

Nicholas pov

I woke up with a terrible headache.
I still had my eyes closed but I could feel a thread of light flooding my face and the others chirping.
I was still tired, I sighed and hid my face under the pillow.

After a while I realized that the pillow has a familiar smell, a little too familiar ... and the bed was particular soft and welcoming. I wasn't at home, that was for sure.

I suddenly got up and closed my eyes: I was in a gray and well decorated verse, the light that filtered from the curtains illuminated most of the camera.

Before I could shout a high-pitched cry, I noticed that there was something or rather someone close to me who moved and snored.

I was panicking, where was I? Who was this person to me? Had I been kidnapped?

I was about to get up and run away when a hand dragged me into bed:

Dylan: go to sleep It's only 6.00.

Nick: DYLAN? What? What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?

I sat on the bed red and with my face all red: how did you allow me to be brought here without my knowledge?!

Dylan started riding and looked at me with a still assonant look

Dylan: Calm Nick. You were drunk and I thought it would be nice not to abandon there.

Nick: you and kind are 2 terms that they can't set together! You can't even see where the mistake is!

Dylan yawned and sat in bed

Dylan: Come on Wave, don't charge the offended.

Nick: I'm not offended

Dylan looked me straight in the eye with a raised eyebrow

Dylan: are you all right? You are all red. It will be a little fever.

Nick: N-No... And that you made me blush! I just want to go home and get some rest'! Whenever you are there I end up having problems!

Dyaln: oh I'm flattered

He said with a smile as he stroked the cappellals. I sighed and walked to the door of his verse which was locked.
Ahh seriously?!

Nick: I hope I don't interrupt you - I said ironically - but I'd like and you don't remember again!

Dyaln: Oh Nicholas, you're too agitated.
Take it easy.
Why don't you tell me about yesterday? Did you have fun?

Nick: amused is not really the term I would use! It was if you don't mind I should go!

Dyaln sighed and headed for the door which opened with a small ciavistello easy to open

Dyaln: seen?

He said with a smile on his face

I puffed and came out of his verse running towards the main door, but before he could reach it he heard my name called

Dyaln: your things are still here! do you spend the night again?

I felt my cheeks become hot! I'm a careless... Just the idea of spending a night... Disgust.

I ran into his verse and put everything that was found in the bedside table in front of the bed in the bag.

Dylan: the key is on the table at the entrance. Do you need me to accompany you?

Nick: no thanks.

After 2 final minutes, use from that hell.

I ran to my apartment and closed the door slamming it.

Since it is 6.40 mi I set at the rate coloring and presided over the phone for passage of time.

As soon as I saw Emily's name on the joke, you remind me of what had happened.

I called her immediately, after 2 calls without a final answer I could talk to her.

Nick: Hey love! Come st--

Emily: Don't call me that! How do you think I should fix it? More days spent more time you are trying to avoid!

Nick: what? Of course not! You know you never do! Emily... I've been busy with the school and the rest and -

Emily: then tell me. Where have you been all this time? Or yesterday? What is it that has treated you so much since I don't phone?

Nick: I went out to get a pizza with colleagues. We spent a quiet evening together to get to know each other better.

Emily was looking me straight in the eye, she seemed to be crying, and I felt very guilty for lying to her, but what else should I say?

Emily: do you know what? It does not matter. I have to go. Hi.

Before I could say something, he hung up on me. What a mess.

Emily's pov

It no longer saves what you think. I had tears in my eyes, but I couldn't cry here in front of everyone at work. It would have been embarrassing.

I smiled at the last customer who came out of the bar and finally I could close.

I went home exhausted. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, but I could not hold back the tears under the hot water that flowed over me.

Once finished, I ran to the room and accessed my little laptop. Open Google and type: return ticket to Brooklyn.

Maybe the distance was putting too much paranoia on me. When we can fix it together again, everything will work out.

--- the following day ---

I had recently landed in Brooklyn.

It was now 7.00. I can't wait to surprise my husband and finally be able to hug him again!

I reached the city center, it was magnificent!
There were people everywhere! Children jumping through the streets, fell in love and elders walking hand by hand. Smile at the idea that it could be me and Nicholas.

I soon reached his apartment, the one we had chosen together before he left. I went inside and noticed that there were many doors.

Apartment no. 10. ahh where is it?

7, 8, 9, 13, 11 ... Ah here it is! The 10!

I approached pimp and with a beautiful smile on my face. I knocked 2 times but nobody answered. I tried again and still nothing. I was about to give up when you feel a hand touching my shoulder.
I turned to living room and video in a very tall man with black fools.

???: Are you looking for Nicholas?

Emily: er .. yes. Do you know him?

The man layer laughed and said:

???: Of course! We are migratory friends. He loves me ehehe.
But now he is not at home. I believe it is used.

Emily: oh. Thanks for the information. I'll be back more ta-

???: Do you know what the beauty of an old door is? That is enough what thrust and opens.

The unknown man punched the door and opened, I was seriously sloppy.

Emily: oh. Thanks I guess.

???: Oh nothing special! See you later.

Thus he disappeared in door nr 11 next to it.
What a strange guy.

I went through the door and once inside I recognized Nicholas' style! Smiles and decisions to surprise him by putting some in order and preparing something for them.

I was about to end when I noticed a bag thrown over the table. He seemed to be experiencing material for work.
I lifted it to carry it inside his verse but by weight it fell from my hands.

Everything fell to the ground: I saw fendi flying everywhere, notebooks, a sweater even.

I stood on the ground to recommend disaster when my eye fell on a pencil. A pencil for make-up.

My Heart was broken.