Secrets In The Dark

Prick

The hotel is grand with marble flooring, dangling chandeliers, and chic modern furniture throughout the lobby. There is no one else checking in when you arrive and the hotel is eerily quiet. It's only a little before 11:00 p.m. so you figure that maybe it's normal for a hotel to be so quiet at such a time. All you can hear is the clicking of the keys on the front desks computers.

Niall sluggishly makes his way through the lobby and throws his backpack on the floor in front of the front desk.

"I need to check in please. The name is Niall Horan." He says as he wipes his tired eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Horan! Nice to have you here today. We have a suite available for you with a king bed, a stocked mini bar, and 24/7 room service. Would that be okay?" The man asks behind the counter.

"Um, yeah, do you think you could bring a cot up for me as well?" Niall whispers as he looks back towards you.

You roll your eyes and look the other way. Tonight has been a horrible night and he's going to make you sleep on a cot? What a prick. You've been bullied by a sea of young girls on the internet, you're in a massive fight with your best friend, and you have to sleep on a cot? That's not your idea of having the "ideal" relationship as Sandra had described it before you signed your contract.

Niall takes a few more seconds with the man before you begin to head up to your room. The hotel is very nice and smells of lemon cleaner. It's refreshing but at the same time makes you a bit nauseous. You were never one for heavy smells. That's why you don't wear much perfume and sprays. You make yourself sick when you put them on and unfortunately you can't run away from yourself.

As you both drag yourselves to the room, there's nothing but silence. Niall had shortly comforted you as you read all of the tweets and messages that were sent to you but after a minute or two, he gave up and went on to nap for a few minutes before you arrived at the hotel. Which must be why he's walking so strange.

In the room there's a beautiful king bed that is adorned with fresh white linens that are cool to the touch and house a plate of fresh strawberries and a bottle of sparkling water. A HD flat screen is sitting on the wall in front of the bed and is twice the size of the one that you have back at home. The mini bar is stocked with sodas, waters, and some of your favorite snacks. You have to admit, you could get used to hotel living if they were all like this.

After unpacking a few things, there's a knock on the door.

Niall jumps up from his suitcase and runs right over to answer it. It's one of the hotel employees with the cot for you to sleep on. You sigh quietly to yourself and continue unpacking the suitcase that Sandra had sent to the hotel a few hours before. As you go through the items you realize that none of the items are yours, in fact, all of the items are brand new and still have the price tags on them.

You pick up a flowy white pajama top and inspect it carefully. The material is soft and thin. Perfect for sleeping in the summer. As you turn the top around you find the price tag on the back. $65.00. You open your mouth and turn the top back around. $65 for a pajama top? Rich people are crazy.

Niall takes off his shirt and you can't help but take a quick peek. His muscles are toned and his sunburn is starting to turn into a tan. You see a few freckles on his arms and chest when he turns around. You quickly jerk your head back to the insanely overpriced top and take a deep breath. You really hope that he didn't see you looking at him. The last thing you need right now is to have your fake boyfriend think that you're some crazy stalker.

You glance back at Niall who is putting his cell phone on charge. He then gets up and grabs the remote from the desk. When he sees you watching him he smiles weakly and lies on the newly prepared cot.

"Wait. You're sleeping on the cot?" You ask as you lay your pajamas on the bed.

"Of course. You didn't think that I was going to make you sleep on it did you?" He says with a muffled laugh.

"Oh, no. Of course not. I don't think you're some prick..." You say as you remember back to your first thoughts when you learned that he was asking for a cot.

He smiles and nods his head.

"Hey, you don't mind if I watch some sports stuff right?" He asks as he clicks on the television.

"No. Go ahead. I'm going to take a shower." You say as you get up from the floor and take your new pajamas with you in the bathroom.

The bathroom is modern with some traditional touches. The walls are a soft tan and there's white marble flooring. The sinks sit on top of the bathroom counter and the fauctes look like something out of a space movie. You try to turn them on, but you can't figure out how to. You decide to leave that part up to Niall and head into the shower.

The shower is roomy and is all glass. Anyone could see everything if they were in the bathroom with you. There's no privacy at all in the bathroom. As you inspect the shower, you find that the faucets are similiar to the ones on the sink. You fidget with them for a good few minutes before you decide to call Niall in for help.

Before you call Niall, you battle with whether or not you should get fully dressed again or just wrap yourself in a towel. If you get fully dressed that's going to be a hassle and you're too tired to deal with it. If you decide to go with a towel, there's the possibility that something will happen and you'll end up embarassing yourself beyond belief. You decide that there's a rare possibility that something will happen with your towel.

You wrap the cool white towel around your body and step out of the bathroom. Nialls' attention is turned to the television but he quickly turns his attention to you as you step out. He's chewing on chips and sits up on the cot with a strange look on his face.

"I thought that Sandra said we didn't have to have a sexual relationship..." Niall whispers as he finishes chewing his chip.

"What? No! I need help with the shower!" You say with a sharp laugh.

"Oh. Sorry about that then..." Niall whispers as he gets up from the cot and walks into the bathroom.

You stand behind him as he fidgets around with it a few seconds. The water shoots on and Niall quickly steps back, slipping on the mat on the bathroom floor. As he falls, he happens to grab on to your towel. You shriek and jump back, butt naked.

Niall lays on the bathroom floor with your towel sprawled over his body and he looks around the room in a daze.

"Niall! You have my towel!" You shriek as you huddle in the corner.

"What?" He whispers as he lifts it up above him.

"That's my towel! Don't look over here!" You yell loudly.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. Here..." He says as he throws it towards you.

You quickly wrap it around your body and stay in the corner with your arms crossed. Niall slowly gets up from the floor keeping his eyes on you the whole time. After he fully stands up he sighs and smiles wide. The smile is a boy smile. The kind of smile they smile when they want something or are teasing you. You know the smile all too well.

"What?" You whisper as you look him up and down.

"Nice ass..." He says with a laugh as he leaves the bathroom.

You stand there awkwardly for a few moments before you feel safe enough to head back into the shower. As you drop your towel and step into the shower, you start collecting every moment you've had with Niall so far. When you first started this whole thing, he didn't like you, but now you're pretty sure that he likes you and you're pretty sure that you like that.

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