The Brunette

Apartments and hotels

Chapter 14(Bella's pov): Niall is really sweet and adorable. He's like the big brother I never had. He's never judgmental when I tell him something and he never pushes me to tell him stuff about my past. He respects me and he's a gentleman. A funny, caring gentleman.

"Where's the next place?" He asks as we enter the elevator to leave the building of my new apartment. "Its actually not that far." I say as I push the 'up' button in the elevator. "Why are we going up?" He asks, confused. "The next place is two floors above my apartment."

My apartment. Ive never been able to say that before. I used to live with Zayn... "If its anything like your place I'll love it." Niall says. Im grateful for the distraction. I can't keep thinking about Zayn.

The elevator door dings and we both try to exit at the same time. We both laugh, "Ladies first." Niall says, extending his arm like he's escorting me. I pretend to hold up a skirt and curtsy. "Why thank you." I say, giggling. We were so dorky but it didn't matter.

We came to the apartment door where the real estate agent was typing something in to her phone.

She lead us around the two bedroom one bathroom apartment telling us everything about the place and she pauses at the end. "You two are such a sweet couple, how long have you been together?" She asks with a smile. "Oh, we're not together." I say, smiling. "We're just friends." He says, oddly less cheery.

As Niall talks to the agent, I wander around, slightly bored. I sit on a window sill, looking out. Its basically the same view as from my apartment but its higher up. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Horan." I hear the lady say. She hands him a ring with two keys and a neon green tag with some writing on it. "The pleasures all mine, Thank you, Ms. Dasher." He says with a charming smile. She leaves, closing the door behind her.

Niall comes near and sits on the window sill next to me, looking out at the people around the fountain. "You already have the keys?" I ask. "Yeah, this place is the best Ive seen all day, other than yours. The only catch is that I paid with all the money I had and now I cant stay in the hotel." He says, I can tell he's happy though. "So you're going to sleep here?" I ask, looking around the apartment. "I guess so." He says, still not bothered by the lack of bedding. He can't sleep on the floor. At least not by himself.

"Im staying here with you." I cross my arms and dare him to object. "You'll do that?" He asked. "Of course, I can't let you stay here by yourself." I stand up and pick up my purse. "We need to get our stuff from the hotel first. Come on." I say, reaching for his hand. He takes my outstretched hand and we leave.

We get to the hotel and we check out at the front desk. "Wait," he says, taking my hand again and slightly pulling on me to follow him. He leads me to the doors of the hotel and finds a luggage cart. I smile. I remember yesterday when he awkwardly dragged his suitcase down the hall. I could tell he remembered too. We laughed at our silent joke and rolled the cart to the elevator.

We exit the elevator and Niall holds my hand and says, "Get on the cart." I look at him. He has a cheeky smile and his eyes are a little devious. I think I know what he's going to do. I decide to trust him. I stand on the cart and hold on to the bars.

"Ready?" Niall says to me, both hands on the cart. "Ready." I reply, holding in tight. He runs forward, pushing the cart. We laugh as we rush past the halls. Door numbers fly past. Our rooms are coming up fast and Niall starts to slow down. We stop at our doors and I get off the cart and practically collapse on Niall. We're both laughing. His laugh is so adorable.

After we finish laughing, we go into our rooms and start packing. My rooms is fairly clean from this morning. I pick up the clothes I wore yesterday and my pajamas that I didn't bother to put away. My makeup is still out because I was in a rush this morning.

I take a few minutes to put everything back into my huge overflowing suitcase and to check my hair and makeup. I smoothly roll my suitcase out the door to find an empty hallway. Niall must still be packing.

I struggle to put my suitcase on the cart but I finally do. I sit on the suitcase thats on its side and check my phone which had been on silent since this morning. There was 46 unread text messages.

All from Zayn.

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