Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Five

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{Chapter Five}

          “You’ve been quiet, am I boring with my life story?” Savannah sounds worried and I’m back to reality.

          “No, of course not,” It’s just the fact that Francis might get to meet you and that’s not what I want in my relaxing vacations, “I was thinking… Would the agency you are working will have some activity these days?”

          “Yes.” She simply answers not noticing my preoccupation. I realise I rolled my eyes at her, knowing I’m wearing shades. It’s better if she wouldn’t found out because she’d have thought I was disrespectful. She hesitantly takes her phone out from her MK purse, and looks down at it, “Excuse me, I have to take this.”

          “Alright”

          Suddenly, I can’t hear anything anymore. I’m lost. My eyes never leave her lips as she speaks. She licks her bottom lip and bites it as a thinking gesture, she smiles and talks, she brings her cup to her lips and laughs. Her cheeks starts to redden for all that laughing, she shuts her eyes as she tries to breathe and when she opens them, they’re watery and she cleans them with the napkin next to her plate. Her blue eyes meet mine vaguely, her smiles fades away and it seems she isn’t listening to the other person in the phone. She’s staring at me, just like I am doing to her. I feel so girly when I feel my cheeks turn red, she does the same when I try to wink at her but instead I close my both eyes weirdly.

          I suck at flirting.

          My leg moves forward to meet hers and I touch her, we tangle our legs under the table and she jumps as I squeeze one of her legs. Her eyes widen and she softly kicks my knee. I laugh.

          “I love you too.” My hearing is back as the words left her lips and my heart cracked. Shit, there goes again... my heart cracked. I should be a poet from how romantic I am.

          I met her yesterday, for fuck’s sake.

          She hung up, putting the phone back in her purse. She untangles her legs from mine.

          “Daniel was on the phone...”

          The way she laughed, the way Daniel can make her laugh. I wish I can make her laugh like that, I wish I can make a girl laugh and make her fall in love with me... I wish I had conquered Francis.

          Forget about Franics!

          What if I’m desperate and I just want to fuck around with Savannah? Is that what I want or find the one? Here come the questions again... Fuck!

          “Niall are you listening?”

          “Yes fuck I am!” I groan. Savannah looks surprised by my sudden outburst.

          Now you scared the girl, way to go Niall.

          It takes me by surprise when Savannah starts giggling, “You’re silly.”

          “Thanks.” I say sarcastically.

          “I didn’t mean it that way. You don’t look terrifying when you’re mad.”

          “Let’s go on a date.” I blurt out.

          “What–”

          “Please, we can go to that boat you were talking about. Tomorrow. Please I won’t do anything your husband should worry about...” I trail off.