The Brunette

(Isabella's pov): I weave through the bustling airport in London, dodging the thousands of people around me. I lug my huge suitcase behind me as I squeeze through the doors, all the while trying not to spill my coffee.

Im able to breath easier as I head out into the city sidewalk as the people milling out of the airport's doors disperse.

I watch as families find each other among the throngs of strangers, crying out in happiness as they rush towards each other. I see a girl around my age, eighteen, shriek in joy as she jumps into the arms of what seems to be her boyfriend. I turn away, reminded of Zayn. I don't have anyone waiting for me here.

I continue on until I find a line of taxis, waiting for the travelers from the airport. I find one and the cab driver helps me put my luggage in the trunk. I sit in the back and give him the address of the hotel I booked on the way here as I sink into the leather seat. I don't look outside to admire the views of London as anyone else would. Im too tired and upset to try.

After a while, the taxi stops and I pay the driver. He helps me take the luggage out of the trunk and we say our goodbyes. I heave me and my suitcase into the hotel and ask for my key. After the receptionist manages to find my key, I throw my coffee in the trash as I head for the elevators. When the doors open, I go inside, pressing the third floor button.

"Stop the lift." Someone with a thick irish accent calls. I hit the 'open door' button as a boy comes into view, carrying a large suitcase. He heaves it through the doors managing to fit inside. He stands straight, looking me in the eyes for the first time. His eyes are the most gorgeous Ive seen in my life.

They're blue but they're not one exact shade. The shades sort of mix together and glimmer as he stares at me. His mouth is handing agape, hair in a messy blonde and brown quiff under his grey hoodie. "Uh, hey." He chuckles. "Um... hi." I giggle. Then he gives me a smile that's just the right amount of genuine sweet and shyness that an unexpected warmth runs through me.

We stay like that for a minute before he realizes that he hasn't pressed the button yet. "Oh, right." He reddens slightly, moving to press the button. He pauses before he presses the third floor button, "Oh, we have the same floor." He smiles. "Uh, yeah." I mirror his expression. The doors close and we are left in silence.

Almost a minute passes before he suddenly breaks the silence. "What's your name?" He blurts out. I hesitate, "Isabella. Yours?" I ask. He blinks, "What?" He questions, looking lost. He continues to gaze inyo my eyes. Im not about to object. His eyes are beautiful. "My name is Isabella." I repeat. "What's your name?" I inquire. "Oh my name's Niall. Niall Horan." He smiles again.

Niall Horan.

A cute name for a cute boy.

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Ok so I just revised this chapter because I could tell that people stopped reading after the first chapter. I started writing this book last year and in the time from now to then, Ive become a better writer(i dont think that made sense but it does). So I'll be rewriting these first few chapters so they'll be as good as the rest.

Until then, please read. It literally gets a lot better, I promise. Im sorry they'll still be short its just that if I combined chapters or added stuff, it would mess up everyone.

Thank you for your time and patience.

I love you :) xx.