New York, New York ~A Harry Styles/Nouis FanFic

Chapter 10: Confessions of a Half-Witted Teenager

    "Is that the Beatles? On that wall with the pictures?" I asked Nick, suddenly getting excited. He looked at me surprised a bit, but then gave a calming smile and looked at the picture himself.

 "Yep, it is. That's the Beatles with my father a while back. They came here and worked with us for a little while. Very cool guys." He said to me, taking a step forward. I looked back at the autographed picture in adoration. I absolutely love the Beatles, they're a classic. Nick looked back at me and continued on.

 "In fact, in the other room over I've got all their platinum albums framed and signed. I can show you if you'd like?" He asked kindly, yet slightly...pushy? But all the excitement made every care in the world disappear. I looked at Harry and the other boys asking for permission with my eyes.

 "Hey, is it okay if I go with him real quick? I wont take long, promise." I asked, darting my eyes around to be able to look at all of them. Harry stepped up with a smile.

 "Of course, take your time." And that's all I need to hear, I gave him a quick, awkward hug and followed Nick out the door. He took my hand in his, leading the way and gave me, yet another, quick smile.

 Nick led me into a narrow corridor with multiple doors lined up besides each other. He glanced down at me every so often, offering a small smile, to which I returned with an awkward one. We halted our movements in front of room 523, where Nick reached into his back pocket and pulled out a ring of keys, entering the correct one into the lock and clicking open the door.

   "After you, m'lady." Nick spoke airily, gesturing his arm out for me to enter. I chuckled lightly as he walked in and locked the door behind us.

   The inside of the room was a true fans dream come true, I know my father would have been so envious of me. The walls were lined with glass framed photographs and album covers of past years, along with a single black piano in the corner. I walked along the perimeter with my eyes blown and an expression of awe. 

 "Amazing, isn't it?" Nick spoke as he came up beside me, his eyes roaming around the room like mine.

   "Nick." I turned to him, "This is absolutely fantastic. It's like each and every one of their accomplishments lined up together like a time line. From A Hard Day's Night, to Let It Be, to Yellow Submarine. It's all here." I whispered delicately. Nick reached for my hand, enclosing it with his own larger one.

 "You see, my father was sort of obsessed. He's loved them since he was a young boy, I imagine that your father was the same?" He smiled, flicking his soft, raven hair.

  I nodded, "He was." I spoke as I started slowly walking around the room, breathing in the history. Nick followed me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to face him.

   "Isn't it funny, how alike we are; you and I?" He questioned, strangely looking up to the cieling with an off smile on his face. I was confused.

  "I mean, not really. There's only one thi-" I froze as he placed his hands on my hips and started backing us up against the wall. "Nick! What are you doi-"

  "That guy out there, he isn't your boyfriend is he?" He got closer, his fingernails digging into the dimples on my back. My breathing grew heavy and I felt hot all throughout my body. I just wanted to run out of the room.

  "H-harry? No, he's not." I said cautiously. I half expected him to pull out a weapon and slaughter me right there, but to my surprise, he pulled away and smiled impossibly wide. Is it possible for your mouth muscles to pulled from excessive smiling? 

 "I didn't think so." He said, satisfied. "Good thing too, I mean you only meet your soul mate once, eh? Don't need some famous jerk to snatch her away from you right? Let's go get something to eat J.L. You don't mind if I call you J.L, right? I think it's cute. Well I think everything about you is cute. Wait, no I mean perfect. Wow, we're going to be so happy together." He breathed out peacefully.