If I Break (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 2-Need a Roommate

Chapter 2

Need a Roommate

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~*Eva's P.O.V.*~

It's been about three days sense I met Niall and I haven't seen or heard from him sense, but I understand. I don't want to intrude on his big pop star life.

Today I'm picking up Elle from the airport. She is staying with me for two weeks and over the spans of time, she'll be hanging with me and her boyfriend, Louis.

"Are you here yet?" I ask Elle. She just got off the plain and I'm waiting for her to get her luggage at the luggage claim.

"Yeah! I see you!" She squeals over the phone. Then I hear her hang up.

I scan my eyes over the people en till I see Elle's small figure bouncing towards me. "Elle!" I squeal, running over yo her.

"Evie!" She yells back. I finally get to her and we slam into each other. I fall to the ground and so does she. We both burst out laughing. "Oh my god!" She yells, laying in her back...in the middle of an airport.

"Come on, don't we need to go meet your boy toy?" I asks, winking at her.

She glares at me, "Louis is not just a boy toy, but when he is. He is sure fun to play with!" She squeals.

"Oh shut up!" I slap her arm then stand up. I reach down and grab her stuff, walking away.

"Hey! Aren't you gonna help me up?!" She yells from behind me. I turn around to see her arms out an her pouting.

"Nope." I pop the 'p'. Smiling proudly.

She sits loudly before standing up an walking lazily over to me, grabbing one o the suit cases. "Why don't we bring all this stuff to my place and then we meet Louis at Starbucks?" I ask.

"Sounds good."

~*~*at Eva's flat*~*~

"Ahh! Charlie, my man!" Elle says in a awful Brooklyn accent. I roll my eyes at her, "hey! I saw that, Brooks!" She yells, using my last name.

"If you don't shut up, the neighbors are gonna complain!" I squeal.

Elle runs over to the small trampoline that I keep in the living room, that I never use and bounces, "you should really get a roommate. What if you slip and fall and break something. Or a robber comes." She explained, bouncing. I roll my eyes, "Hey! I saw that!" Elle yells, jumping off an walking over to me. "But seriously."

"Whateva." I say in my mainer accent.

"No, not whateva," she mocks, "your getting a roommate." She says.

"Okay! If it gets you to shut up! You can help me make the flyers." I smile at her.

"You have to make sure to included the fact that your American. Some people would probably end up killing you in your sleep." She says with a completely straight face.

I on the other hand, burst out laughing.

I was born in Maine. A little state at the top of the U.S. and when I was seventeen, I went to go live with my aunt in Manchester. That's where I met Elle. I graduated early and moved here as soon as possible, which was only about three months after I moved from Maine. I hated my aunt, and I had to get away from that witch. Anything before that is...well history.

Me and Elle grab out bags and leave to go to Starbucks. I have my same old over the shoulder bag and Elle has a black purse that Louis got her. She is wearing dark black skinny jeans and a black sway shirt with a varsity jacket. Her brown hair is tucked into a tight high bun. Me on the other hand am wearing a baggy sweatshirt-like always and some boot bottom jeans. My hair is the same too, down with nothing done to it. I throw on my mandles and Elle grabs her TOMs and we leave.