Dangling

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Niall’s pov-->

I shut the door behind me and continued smiling. I walked to my bedroom and slipped my shoes off in my closet, sliding my jacket off and hanging it up as well. I made my way over to my bed and sat on the edge of it. I can’t remember the last time that I smiled this much. It’s been a while. It’s crazy to think about, but I’ve known her only more than a week and I feel like I’ve known her for years. We had such a quick bond. She’s all I can think about. And it’s not like I can help it. I mean she’s beautiful, she’s got a sense of humor, and she’s not prissy like others. It’s kind of nice for a change.

I got up and took a shower and finally went to bed once again thinking about the girl with the big blue eyes, whose name I knew for a change.

Sydney’s pov-->

As another week went on, I would see Niall in the hallways but make conversation for once. Sometimes I would walk out of my flat door and he would be leaning on the wall. He was such a gentleman really. You wouldn’t ever think so. He would offer to take my bag as we rode down the lift, and every morning I would insist that I walk, but he was too persistent and told me he didn’t want me walking all alone, even though I’ve been doing it for months. So he drove me to school and picked me up every day after school. I hadn’t been bugged too much by the cheerleaders since that day that Niall saved me once again. Whenever, at school this past week, if he saw anyone comes up to me at the end of the day, he’d just walk over to me, grab my hand, hard at that, and drag me to his car. I didn’t like the way he was acting so controlling but if it’s keeping me safe, I guess I can’t say no. He would walk me up to my room, even though his was below mine. He kept telling me that he just wanted to make sure I was safe, which is sweet, but what would happen to me? Sometimes he would come in. One day I made him a cup of tea as we chatted a bit more just about our lives, things we do in our spare time. It was nice to have a friend, which actually took interest in me.

The week went pretty fast, believe it or not. Friday soon rolled around again. I did my same morning routine. Picked out my clothes, curled my already curly hair, slapped on a bit of eyeliner and face powder. I grabbed the texts that I would be needing for the day and left the house, with mother still sleeping, like always.

I made my way out of the door, expecting to see Niall. No Niall in sight.

Interesting.

It felt odd and different riding down the elevator by myself, when I was so used to him going down with me for the last couple days. Almost like it had become a habit. It was silent riding down the 7 flights. I would hope that it would stop at floor 6 and he would get on and apologize or something and say he got caught up in sleeping and make some funny joke and we would laugh, but it just kept going, down and down, and down, until I reached the lobby floor. I sighed when the doors opened and there was still no sight of him.

I mean why am I expecting so much out of him? I haven’t even known him a month and I’m expecting me to follow me around. Guys are so stressful and confusing. As I walk out to lobby door upset, I see the black truck sitting out there. I walked to it looking through the driver’s window looking in the backseat hoping maybe he fell asleep back there.

I know creepy, but don’t deny it, you would too.

As I start to back away, I feel a pair of strong things around me. I let out a small gasp and then I looked down to see two inked arms and a light pink rose in between his hands.

“G’Morning beautiful.” He whispered in my ear before giving me a kiss on my cheek. I smiled shyly before turning around in his embrace around me.