Chapter 8: Worried

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Niall’s POV

I was really worried about Bethany. She wouldn’t answer any of my calls or texts. I don’t know if something happened to her, and recently, I came to believe something did. I got up early in the morning and took a shower. I put on jeans and a t-shirt before rushing out the house. I had called Paul earlier to come pick me up from my flat. I rushed outside, past the paparazzi, which we’re bombarding me with questions.

“Are you dating Bethany?”

“What do your fans think about it?”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?”

I got into the car safely, with Paul’s help. I breathed heavily and looked down at the time on my phone; I hope she was woke this early in the morning. Paul and I had small talk before I got out of the car and went up the steps to her flat. I walked into the lobby and the lady behind the counter knew exactly who I was because, she put this extra wide fake smile and pushed her boobs up. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat.

“May I get the key to room 402 on the fourth floor?” I asked

She happily obliged and gave me the key. I rushed up to her room and I was shaking pretty badly, scared she wouldn’t be in there. I finally opened the door; I saw her standing in the hall and ran quickly over to her. I kissed her lips and embraced her in a hug.                     

Bethany’s POV

For the next week or so, I stayed in the house. I didn’t answer any calls or texts from anyone, including Niall. I just wanted time to figure myself out right now. I didn’t touch the remote for the TV because when I did they would just talk about Niall and I. I didn’t log onto any social media sites, knowing they would just talk negative about our relationship. I was trying to get myself together before talking to anyone. The only person I’ve talked to was my sister. I basically sat in my apartment all day and read books or ate. I didn’t take care of my appearance, expect taking shower. Today, I was walking around my apartment reading my new book I bought on my kindle, The Fault in Our Stars, when my doorbell rang. I ignored it like I did most of the time, when I heard keys jingling and the door screeching as it opened. I set my kindle down and went towards the door. Before I could say something I felt two muscular arms wrapped around my body and soft lips pressed against mine.

“I was so worried about you.” whispered Niall softly into my hair.

“How did you get in my apartment?” I asked dumbfounded. 

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