Dangling

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 

Sydney's pov-->

I laid there thinking about what my mom said to Niall. "I think you've done enough.." She said. To hear the way she said it though. So disgusted and taken aback.

I can just picture the look on her face when she opened the door. I wanted to get up so bad and approach her but I was in too much pain and I was so tired, I didn't have the energy in me to start up an argument.

Not right now anyways.

I slowly drifted off back to sleep thinking of Niall. His perfect smile. That laugh. His gorgeous blonde and brown locks. Tattoos, everything. Oh and not to mention those beautiful eyes.

Niall's pov-->

The door was slammed in my face. Why? What did I do to her? I practically saved her daughter's life, and I'm asking to check up on her. Is that too much to ask?

I still stood there, in front of the beige door, and stared at it. I slid my hair through my hair and rustled it a bit making it messy per usual. I tried to make it look decent, since it usually looks like shit, but I wanted to look nice for her.

I turned left and made my way down the once again empty hallway. I hopped on the lift and checked again to see what floor I was on incase her mum changes her mind.

Floor 7.

Okay I can remember that.

I stepped back in the small glass encasement. I shoved my left hand into my pocket while simultaneously pressing the small white "6" button.

What I just realized, which makes me feel like an idiot, is that she lives one floor below me. This whole time, I can't believe it. All the times I would see her on the elevator I wouldn't even pay attention to what button she would press. I would just admire her.

Her dark blonde curls and big blue eyes, well, I'm not big on the whole makeup thing but the little black smudges on her eye lids made the blue stand out so much more. Even though I know she would be absolutely beautiful without any makeup.

She was just the right height. She was a little shorter than me which is perfect to me. I could just wrap her in my arms.

Her soft voice. I would listen to her when she was on the phone with her mum. So soft and gentle. Like she could make any bad news seem like good, with just her voice alone.

Her body seemed perfect to me as well. She wasn't stick thin, not all bones. She had an actual shape and curves. What man doesn't want curves, c'mon. If you don't, you're lying to yourself.

As I continued on in my mind I realized that the lift doors were open and I was just standing there looking like a complete idiot. Luckily no one was around and I quickly made my way into my own flat.

It was so quiet. I was so used to Hannah being around doing something. I slipped off my shoes by the front door and placed my phone, keys, and wallet on the kitchen counter. I make my way over to the couch and collapse on it. I grabbed the tv controller but nothing was good on at this hour. I powered the telly off and got up and made it to my bedroom. The white sheets all mangled up on the bed. All the flashbacks of finding Hannah in here again with another guy.

As I continue examining the room, I see something on the night stand. I walk over and it's a small note and a key. My key. The note says:

Niall,

I'm so very sorry for the way I've treated you. I shouldn't have done anything like that and it was completely immature and selfish of me. You were letting me live in your house and all I could do was think about the next guy I was going to hook up with. Again I'm so sorry. I came back here to apologize, and I assumed you would be asleep, but you weren't here so I thought I just leave you this 'goodbye' note. I don't know where you went but I hope you're alright. I attached the key you gave me, since I won't need it anymore.