Envy (Niall Horan Fan-Fic) Book 1(IN EDITING)

Part eleven

ELI POV:

He’s going to be in London for more than a year. When he broke the news to me, I couldn’t help but break down. Sure, I knew that one day he was going to have to go on tour, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. I couldn’t lose my best friend. I won’t!

 Niall has been gone for a week now. Right after the picnic he made for me, I went straight to the phone store to buy a phone. The prices were very high. All I could think about while I was there was how many extra hours I was going to have to work. I wanted to get the cheapest phone there which was just a tiny flip phone but I felt kind of embarrassed. Everyone there was looking at the touch screen phones. Also, what if Niall found out somehow that I owned a cheap phone and laughed at me. I wouldn’t be able to handle that….him judging me.

I got a phone that looked like Niall and Sofy’s phone. The man that worked there told me that it was the newest version and other things that I couldn’t remember.

In total with all the plans, contracts, unlimited minutes, internet, worldwide service, and other things I spent about three of my pay checks. Just in one day. I may have to eat less and limit what I buy, but being able to talk to Niall everyday with no shame is worth it.

1 month since he left

Niall and I talk every day. We text each other throughout the day and talk to each other on the phone at night. With the rent and phone bills piling up I had to ask for another job in the hotel. Room service needed another person to fill in for Sam until he comes back from his month vacation to be with his new born son. I took the job in a heartbeat.

Right now it’s about seven at night. I just finished delivering food to rooms 114 and 68. When I’m back at the kitchen, Sofy motions me over.

She’s holding a spoon of a soup in her hand.

“Try this and tell me what you think.” She states while stuffing the spoon in my mouth.

It tasted delightful. I don’t even remember the last time I ate real food. My daily menu for myself has been coffee and maybe a piece of toast.

I gave her two thumbs up and was about to turn around until she grabbed my wrist again.

“Can you try this too?” she asked.

It was a spoonful of wild rice with a chunk of chicken.

I shrug and this time stuff it into my own mouth. I nod and tell her how it’s really good.

Every time I went back to the kitchen to get more deliveries, Sofy would ask me about how a certain food would taste until I finally couldn’t take any more distractions.

“Hey, since you’re here can you try th-“

“NO! Sofy I appreciate how you care about my opinion on your cooking but you are distracting me from my job. I need this money. You just don’t understand. I can’t get fired. I just can’t.” I say to her.