Hotel Rooms [n.h]

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Niall Horan

"Niall, get up, man! I'm so hungry." Harry whined as he walked around my hotel room. I simply pulled the covers up closer to my chin and smiled contently, knowing that I was winning in more ways than one - I was both getting rest and also pissing Harry off at the same time. "I'll pay for your breakfast."

Now that was tempting, but I still questioned. "Why do I have to come with you? Besides, I'm not all that hungry."

Harry huffed and crossed his arms. "You have to come with me because I don't want to look like a loner. Plus, if Louis is there and the paps or fans catch a photo you know there'll be bedlam."

"True." I answered as I pushed my body out of the warmth of my sheets and stretched my arms above my head. I pushed Harry out of my room and into the corridor so that I could get changed quickly. I was in need of a shower but I delayed it by rolling on some deodorant and wetting my hair lightly, before styling it carelessly into some sort of floppy quiff.

I also tugged on a pair of tight denim jeans with a plain white t-shirt and some white converse. I was all set.

The best part about hotels is that the food is mostly always top quality. And this hotel, that we've stayed in multiple times, serves the best French toast on a morning and I honestly look forward to it.

Although I'm not that hungry, I feel my excitement growing as Harry and I turn into the almost empty canteen.

I instantly spot Zayn, Liam, and Louis and smile at them widely, tugging my phone out of my pocket as we wandered over to them. Harry sat next to Liam, leaving me to sit next to Zayn as they ate.

"Are you hungry yet, Niall?" Harry asked impatiently. "Because, a. there's food and b. there's a really fit girl over there. You should talk to her."

I felt my eyes lift up from my phone as I glanced over at the buffet bar. The other boys followed my gaze too. Her hair was long and auburn and she had her back to me, but she was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and some converse, with a denim jacket over a white tee. On her left, was a young boy, dressed in jeans and braces over a white t-shirt, looking adorable.

I rolled my eyes, though at my bandmates' comments. All year round they'd been bugging me about being in a relationship because I've been single for a long time now, and they only want to 'see me happy'.

"I'm sorta hungry Haz... go and get me some French toast." I commanded, looking over at him, as he ruffled his curls and let out a long sigh.

"Niiiiiall. Go over and get your breakfast; then get that girl's number." Harry insisted as he pulled at my arm. I rolled my eyes once more and stood up before walking over to the breakfast bar, picking up a plate and piling on some French toast.

"Wow. Can I have that much French toast?" a little voice asked, causing me to jump slightly. I pressed my hands down on the counter and looked over at him with a small smile.

I glanced up to see the young girl, around 20. "Sorry, bud. You know you'll get hyper if you eat that much."

She was pretty. Very pretty. Up close, I could see the faint freckles that lined her cheeks in an assortment of colours and sizes. They fell over her nose and cheeks and paired perfectly with her bright green eyes. She had full lips that were lined with a glossy layer of lipgloss, and her fringe was tucked backwards with a bobby pin.

"This isn't all for me, either, littl'n. This is for me and my friends over there." I nodded over. The little boy didn't look but he nodded and peeked over at the French toast in my hand.

"I'm Elliot. I can't watch TV today because my socks have giraffes on them." he said. Clearly, that didn't make any sense to me at all, so I just nodded as if I understood what he meant.

"I'm Niall." I introduced myself to him and extended my arm for a handshake, which he did and jumped along with his shake, causing me and the young girl to laugh at his actions. "Hi." I smiled at the girl, before she tucked back her hair and smiled back.

"Hello... I'm Brooklyn." she said. I smiled again and looked back at Elliot, who was smiling mischievously up at us.

"So, are you two going to be boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked with a wide grin. Brooklyn blushed madly and grabbed Elliot's hand before shaking her head.

"This is our queue to leave. Bye Niall." Brooklyn said and waved, before she dragged Elliot out of the restaurant.

My eyes followed them as Elliot skipped out beside Brooklyn. I grabbed my plate and some ketchup before making my way back to the boys, who were all pretending that they weren't watching me.

"I know you were watching me." I said simply, letting out a long sigh and putting the toast between Harry and I.

"You should get to know her." Liam suggested smugly. I rolled my eyes and took a bite from the toast, savouring the flavour.

I took a glance around the diner and realised how quiet it was. Maybe the hotel had stopped other guests from using facilities. I hated that because we're nothing to close things down for. We can handle a bit of chaos and honestly and I think that a bit of normality and fitting in with people is sometimes... nice.

=+=

I was walking down the hallway to my hotel room the next day, and as I got to my door I saw the next one along open and Brooklyn and Elliot came out.

"Hi Brooklyn." I said as I slotted my room key into the door. She looked upset and stressed out and her eyes were brimming over with tears. I frowned lightly and dropped my hand from the key. "Brooke, are you okay?" I asked.

"No." she answered simply, clutching onto Elliot like her life depended on it. He looked upset too, and he already was crying.

"Come into my room and we'll get you sorted out." I said, putting my arm on her lower back and lifting Elliot out of her arms. He cuddled into my neck as Brooklyn walked inside, her steps limped as she walked to my couch and sat down.

Elliot looked at me. "Please tell mummy to stop crying. It hurts my feelings."

Brooklyn sniffled and reached for Elliot, taking his small body out of my arms and cuddling into him.

"Do you want a hot chocolate, Brooke?" I asked her giving Elliot's hair a little ruffle. "I can give you some little marshmallows if you like."

Brooklyn laughed half-heartedly and wiped at her eyes, lifting Elliot off her lap and setting him on the couch beside him.

I looked at him and he smiles cutely at me. "Did you say hot chocolate? I like hot chocolate."

I chuckled at him and walked over to the open plan, small, kitchen that contained everything I needed to make a chocolate.

I made two mugs and topped them with mini marshmallows and some whipped cream, before taking it over and placing them on the table.

"If you want a drink, El, then let me know and I'll cool it down a little bit." I said to him as I sat beside Brooklyn and put my arm over her shoulders. She leant into my slightly and her hand gripped onto my t-shirt. "What's happened, Brooke?"

"I-" she stopped herself and wiped at her eyes. "I thought I'd gotten away from it all, Niall. I thought that Elliot would be safe here." She sobbed, her head pressing to my shoulder.

"I don't know what you're saying Brooke. Safe from what?" I pressed into her statements lightly and stroked her arm affectionately to try and calm her down.

"From him." She said, and in that very moment, her eyes clouded over and her face hardened and I knew there was something serious going on.