The Brunette

Chapter 2

(Niall's pov): Isabella Rivera.

She's absolutely, completely and utterly gorgeous.

Her straight dark chocolate hair reaches the bottom of her back, framing her slim body and generous curves. Her face is open and heart shaped with a somewhat dark tan. Her lips are short but full, just underneath her small button nose.

Her accent is hispanic and exotic sounding. The way she says her name is cute. She says it like 'eesabella'. Adorable. And her eyes...

Oh my God they're stunning. They're large and dark brown with little gold flecks that can hypnotize anyone.

I don't have a single chance.

The elevator doors open and I panic. I don't even have her number yet. "Ladies first." I say, smiling. That was so stupid. She probably thinks Im a dork. She giggles, rolling her luggage out into the hall. I lug my suitcase out behind her, pulling on the short handle. I wish I brought the suitcase with wheels.

Isabella giggles as I finally push my belongings out, breathing heavily. I realize she waited for me and my spirits lift slightly. There's still a chance. I glance at the room number on the key card as I straighten. "Im in room 426. You?" I ask before mentally reprimanding myself. That probably sounded creepy.

She checks her card, "427." She replies, her smile widening slightly. No, it was probably my imagination. "Um, the rooms are this way." She interrupts my thoughts of the way her eyelashes look as she blink.

"Oh, uh, yeah." I mumble nervously. She rolls her suitcase down the corridor, relatively more graceful compared to my awkward dragging. I probably look like a complete idiot, clumsily hauling my wheelless baggage down the hall as she smoothly rolls hers before me.

I just really want her to like me as much as I like her.

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So yeah, I just finished revising this chapter. Hope you likee but if you dont, please just keep reading. This is the best I could do without changing the chapter completely.

So yeah.

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