Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Four

Note: I’m sorry I couldn’t update last weekend, I’m so stressed, here’s a long chapter to make it up for ya! Vote and comment. Follow me on Twitter: cuntienarry

{Chapter Four}

Savannah’s POV

            To be sure that I’m in the right room, I relook at card that said room 102 and the Hotel’s name. I knock softly at the door, but I don’t get response. This is my excuse for wanting to see him again; when I clearly told him I didn’t want to. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t return his card to his room and move on, but I can’t take the image of him last night. I knock again, this time harder and louder. I hear a sigh and a bed squeak.

            “Whoever is knocking at the door, please leave?” I smile when I hear the familiar accent, letting me know that he’s Niall. He sounds so sleepy and begging; I instantly feel guilty about his hangover and decide to leave. My head hurts too, but maybe not as much as Niall. He looked wasted last night and I only drank three drinks so mines shouldn’t be that bad.

            What about the damn card?

            I’m two steps away from the elevator and I turn around, walking through the hallway and back to the room. I would tell an employee to give him his card back, but I want to see him again.

            This hotel looks so expensive; I feel out of place, this is where most of the celebrities stay on summer. I wonder if Zac Efron is here.

            “I think you don’t want your card to your room back, do you?” I say sounding with a hint of tease and sarcasm. I press my ear on the door, I only hear him mumble shit and a loud thud, making him whine, literally whine. Did he just fell?

            I take a step back when I hear his steps closer to the wooden door, in a second the door opens and Niall’s standing with the clothes of last night, his feet were bare, his pants were unbuttoned, revealing his waist band and he was using the end of his shirt to rub his forehead, exposing his V-line. His light blue eyes meet mines and he licks his lips before speaking.

            “I didn’t know it was you,” He admits and his arms loosen in his side, his forehead has a red almost purple spot. He did fell… “I’m surprised you’re here.” He sounds mad, but not that mad, is like a teddy bear being mad at you. Ignore my comparison, but I can’t help but smile at his redden cheeks.

            “Sorry if I treated you bad this morning, I panicked.” I look down to the card, “Here…” I stretch my arm out so he can he take the card, “You left this at home, I guess it fell off or something…” He left it on my bed.

            “Thanks.” He takes it, “I didn’t know you were married, I don’t want to come between you two. You should’ve told me, I guess… I don’t want problems with strangers.”

            “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have done that. He’s barely at home and he came back this morning from Michigan, visiting his family for four weeks.”

            “Is he here?” He steps out, to look sideways and I chuckle.

            “No, he’s at home. I told him I was going to go to a friend’s house to bring her something, he must be getting worried that I’m not back.”

            “So…” Niall knits his brows and purses his lips, “he didn’t suspect anything? He didn’t notice you all drunk, is he dumb?”