Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 31

"How do you like it here, princess?" I asked Mariah as I lie down in the bed next to her and turned off the lamp beside me.

Mariah snuggled up close to me and I threw my arm around her, rubbing small circles on her back.

"I love it. Thank you so much, Niall."

Niall nodded. "Anything for you, princess."

Mariah pressed her head against my chest, nuzzling into my T-Shirt. She closed her eyes.

Everything went silent for a few minutes before Mariah spoke up. "Niall?"

"Yes?"

"Can you sing a song for me?"

"Yeah! Yeah. What do you want me to sing?"

She was quiet for a few seconds. "You know that guy I was listening to a few days back?"

"No."

"Troye Sivan?"

"Oh. Yeah. Which one of his songs?"

"For him?"

"Okay. How does it start again? We were running or something?"

"Mhm."

"We are runnin' so fast, and we never looked back, and whatever I lack, you make up. We make a really good team, though not everyone sees we have this crazy chemistry between us,"

I forgot the next lyrics, so I skipped them, not wanting to mess up.

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you. Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons. We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue. Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money, all I need is you,"

I noticed Mariah's breathing growing heavy and I knew she was near about falling asleep. The last few words I just whispered in her ear.

"All I need is you."

• • •

"Wake up! Niall what the fuck are you thinking?"

I stirred in bed and looked up to see Harry in the hallway, sweat gathered on his forehead and his breathing hard. "Harry?"

"I had to run up ten fucking flights of stairs because you weren't ready when we told you to be! Niall we have five minutes to get to this interview, which is 15 minutes away!"

"Shit!" I jumped out of bed, whispering my apologies to Mariah, who I had woken up. I ran to my closet and threw on some skinny jeans, leaving the shirt I had on now on. I slid on a random pair of shoes before running over to Harry. "Let's go!"

• • •

Mariah's P.O.V

Me: Niall? Did something happen? You ran out the door quite quick. The boys are all good right?

Niall: everyone's good yeh . Sorry I've worried ya love, was just late for t interview with the lads

Me: k. You didn't want to say bye?

Niall: I did I was just in a hurry and you were in bed asleep

Me: right. well you're good now?

Niall: yeh. I've got to go love

Me: bye. if you're not back by lunch I'll make ya something to eat

Niall: thank ya. Bye

Me: bye. I love you :)

Niall: love you

• • •

Niall's P.O.V.

"You love her, don't you?" The interview asked me, a sweet smile on his face and a friendly glint in his eyes.

"Yeah." I whispered, finding that a grin was forming on my face just from the thought of her. "She's my world."

"That's good. And how did you meet her?"

"Well, at first she didn't know who I was. All she knew is that I was some random guy she didn't know that texted her at a wrong number. She kept giving hints for me to stop talking to her, and sometimes she even told me directly to stop, but I kept going and texting her. I tried really hard to get her to like me, and it didn't work because I wouldn't tell her who I was."

"And why was that?"

"I was scared. I was nervous, because I knew that if I told her who I was, she would freak out and tell everybody. But when I did tell her, she didn't freak out as much as I thought she would. Yeah, she was extremely excited and all, but I don't think she let the fact that I was famous get to her head, and I liked that about her. She loved me for me, she didn't love me for the fame. But yeah, afterwards we video chatted and called and all that."

"I would feel the same. What was you first thought when you saw her and heard her voice for the first time?"

"Well, I guess," I looked down at my feet, a smile on my face as I remembered the very first time I video chatted her. I remember the shock on her face, the tear in her eye, and the gorgeous smile on her face. "I thought that I'd never, ever, in my lifetime seen anyone, or anything, as beautiful as she was."

I looked back up at the interviewer, a smile on my face. I turned my head a little bit to see Liam staring at me. As soon as he saw me looking at him, he smiled at me and nodded. I turned back to the interviewer.

• • •

"Mariah! I'm home, babe." I said as I stepped into the door. I threw my bag down beside the door.

There wasn't any noise whatsoever, and I immediately got nervous.

"Mariah?" I yelled, listening closely for her answer, and it still didn't come. I walked back into the bedroom, feeling as if I was about to panic.

I felt an ache in my chest as soon as I looked into my room. She wasn't in the room. She wasn't home.

There was a note on the bed, though. I walked over and grabbed it.

Niall,

Don't worry about me. I just went out to go grab a little something to eat because I don't want to cook. :) It's all good! And just by the way, I ate the last pizza slice.

Of course she takes my food while she's on her way to get food.

But that's only because I was hungry and didn't know what to do. But I didn't take anything else!.... ;)

Love,

Mariah

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. She probably did take something else, knowing her.

I just really wished she wouldn't have taken the last piece of pizza.