The Brunette

Chapter 3

(Isabella's pov): Niall seems like a really sweet guy. He also seems really nervous and shy but that just makes him more adorable. Its cute how he wrestles his wheelless suitcase down the hall. He looks up at me every few seconds, as if making sure Im still here. "Are we there yet?" He asks while trying to get his luggage over a trip in the carpet.

"Almost." I say absentmindedly. "Just a few more doors." In minutes, we're at rooms 426 and 427, which happen to be right across from each other. Niall straightens, looking around nervously. I can't think of anything to say, and neither does he. We stand in silence for a long awkward moment.

"Would you like to join me for breakfast?" Niall questions out of nowhere. "I mean, in the morning, of course." He corrects himself. "Its not like I eat breakfast in the afternoon or anything. Im not weird." He smiles uncertainly, his cheeks reddening. I giggle at his nervousness. "I would love to have breakfast with you." I smile brightly.

His smile widens, as his eyes do. He seems pleasantly surprised. "That's great." He replies anxiously, grinning from ear to ear. His miraculously blue eyes twinkle with joy. "Uh, do you want my number?" I suggest, trying to be helpful. "Oh yeah." He takes out his phone, giving it to me as I give mine to him. I enter in my number, looking up at him from time to time.

He finishes before me, staring at me intently. Not in a creepy way. In a sweet sort of way, if that makes any sense. When I finish adding myself into the contacts, I give him back his phone, "Could you call me in the morning like, thirty minutes before we leave? I have trouble waking up in the mornings." I explain. "Same here." He chuckles.

"Ok so I'll call you." He smiles, handing me back my phone. "I'll see you then." I smile, lowering my gaze to the ground. Why am I doing this? Its not because I like him. He's not really my type. He's too innocent and adorable."See you then." He replies, ruffling his hair absentmindedly.

The dog tags he wears tinkle quietly as he moves slightly. His eyes flicker from mine to about anywhere else, obviously excited. He seemed nervous and shy, yet happy. "Ok, I got to go." I say, taking a step backwards toward my door. He nods, "Ok, bye Isabella." He replies, taking a step towards his door. "Bye Niall." I giggle, opening my room and rolling my suitcase in.

I close the door and continue to roll my suitcase in by the queen sized bed. I take a shower and change, getting ready for bed since jet lag was starting to catch up to me. When I finish, I crawl under the sheets and try to sleep. I think of Zayn and what happened yesterday. I think of Niall and his adorableness.

With the image of Niall's enchanting eyes in my mind, I finally fall asleep at five thirty in the afternoon.

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