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Chapter 11- Jealous Much?,
Ariana's POV,
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, bored with myself. My phone was currently not entertaining, and Niall's not here either. But he seems pissed at me anyways. So woop de effing doo.
I stay where I am for around a half an hour before the door opens, and in walks Niall. He totally ignores me, and walks to his bag and grabs his phone. "Well hello to you too." I mumble under my breath. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows, clearly thinking of some colorful words he would like to say if his Dad wasn't here.
He shook his head, and walks to the door, opening it, while dialing a number, then walking out and shuting the door on the way out.
Curiosity got the best of me, as I quickly got up, and shuffled towards the door. I tried making as little noise as possible as I leaned my ear against the door. But having my not so great luck, which is weird because you know... I'm Irish and all... The door was completely solid and I couldn'y hear a thing.
I sighed as I walked back to my bed, and took my phone currently plugged in to the wall and sitting on the table. I had a message, and opened it. From... Niall?
'Tell my Dad I'm going out.' It read. Anger boiled inside of me. Of course he's pissed. You can clearly see it. I thought we were going around the city together. But no. He has to be a fucking Dick. I quickly typed a reply, but I had to read it over and make sure I want to send it.
'Jealous much?' It asks, and I mentally prepare myself for what he was going to say back, because I know that he's going to come up with a jackass reply for me.
I unplug my phone and stomp over to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of notebook paper, and scribbling down a note,
'Bobby
Niall is out touring the city, I am walking around the hotel, if you need anything call- Ariana'
I also wrote a seperate one and laid it on Niall's bag, out of his fathers sight... Hopefully...
'Niall,
Once you stop being a total dick, I might talk to you again. Not my fault your mad that Harry and me are hanging out. I'm not telling you where I am, because I'm pissed. Good luck finding me- Ari'
I felt satisfied with my note, and walked out of the hotel room. I hadn't noticed how large this place was until I had a good look at it. It was huge! Not to mention this place is crawling with cute boys!
I rounded a corner and my heart jumped a couple of beats, it was Harry. He was talking to a couple of people, I think are his friends? I slowly went back around the corner, and walked in the other direction. I slowed once I got around a 50 yard distance away from the corner.
God, I never realized how fast my heart goes when I'm around him. It can't be what I think it is, or could it? Am I starting to like Harry? No, I don't, I'm not, we're just friends. I jogged a little just to make sure Harry didn't see me until I crashed into the only person I was not planning to see for a while.
"You weren't that hard to find." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and pushed him to the side, "Good for you." I mumbled walking away, only to be pulled back by my wrist. "So now you're mad at me?"
I pulled my arm away from him and turned to look in his deep blue eyes, "Well you were ignoring me and being a d-" he cut me off before I could finish. "Dick? Yeah you kinda said that already."
He ran his hand through his freshly dyed hair and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry Ari, I just- I don't know, I feel like I'm losing you." He admitted now looking at me. "Niall, Harry is just a friend. He's nice and stuff, but you're my best friend, so please don't be jealous and trust me?"
"I'm not jealous, I just feel... Alone." I knew he was lying about not being jealous, but maybe he was feeling alone. A wave of guilt flashed inside of me and before I knew it, I was in his arms hugging him. I took in his fresh scent. It was intoxicating. Like addictive. You smell it once, then you have to smell it again.
That's just how I liked it, and Harry won't change that.
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