Inspiration [niall horan]

Chapter 6 - Niall

I sat with my head in my hands, thinking. I simply couldn't figure out what I had done wrong. I know that her grandfather was dying, but doesn't every person need someone to rely on when they're grieving?

"Niall?" I heard Liam's voice through the thin wood of my bedroom door, "Are you in there mate?"

"Yeah," My voice sounded awful, like I smoked three packs a day.

"We have an interview with Alan in a couple hours, and you look terrible, no offense." Liam chortled, shaking his head.

"None taken my brother." I said, laughing a little, although I probably sounded crazy because my laugh was extremely high pitched and strange sounding.

"You going to take a shower?" He inquired while beginning to clean up my room, as if by habit, which it was.

"Yeah. Mate, did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I asked Liam as I pulled off my Ireland sweatshirt, "I keep running everything we ever said through my mind and I just can't seem to figure out-"

"Niall, you did absolutely nothing wrong. According to Zayn, who did his research mind you, she tends to push people away, no matter what." Liam shook his head as he collected my dirty laundry, "The only person that you could dream of helping you is her older brother, Caleb Watson."

"Would it be wrong to somehow-" I asked but Liam interrupted me by laughing.

"I'll give you his number after you shower, stinky." Liam made a face and walked out of my room, leaving me to undress and shower.

As I showered, I ran through all the types of people that Caleb could be. He could be six foot seven with a twenty pack, pecks, and tattoos. He could be part of the British mafia (does that kind of stuff even exist?) or a drug dealer. Or he could be a five foot five nerd that could barely lift a weight, much less be the cliche over-protective older brother.

After I showered and Liam gave me Caleb's number, I waited a good fifteen minutes to collect my guts to actually dial his number. Liam quietly sipped some tea as I dialed the number.

"Hello?" Caleb's voice was very deep and masculine and his breathing was a little fast as if he had just been working out.

"Uh hi, is this Caleb Watson?" I asked cautiously, not sure what to expect as a response.

"Yeah, who's asking?" He said, sighing loudly.

"Niall Horan, I'm a friend of your sister's-" I started my sentence but didn't get to finish it because he cut me off. Jesus, what was with everyone cutting me off today?

"Meet me at the Costa near the Waterloo station in half an hour and we can talk then pretty boy." And with that, he hung up.

"I don't believe that chap likes me much," I muttered as I pulled on my coat and Converse.

Liam chuckled as he finished his tea, "You don't say mate?"

We both laughed as we hopped into my Range Rover and I dropped Liam off before heading off to the Waterloo station.

Judging by the sound of his voice, Caleb Watson seemed to be a well fit bloke who was probably pretty tall. I used that 'information' as I searched for a guy sitting alone in Costa.

When I spotted him, I took a deep breath before heading over to him, "Hey mate, you Caleb?"

"Yeah, that's my name, don't wear it out." He grinned and stood.

He was wearing a suit, surprisingly, and he had a very cleaned up look about him. When he reached his hand out to shake my hand, he was much taller than I was (maybe about six foot five?) in a very formal fashion might I add, I could see a little ink appear on his right wrist. I made out the beginning of what looked like a name before he tugged his cuff down, clearly a bit uncomfortable that I had noticed the tattoo, and sat back down.

"So, um, what's the deal with Bel pushing people away? I can't seem to figure out what I did wrong while we were still speaking." I began the conversation fearlessly even though my heart was beating so fast I thought it would pop out my chest.

"Bel's never really had the true, I guess you could say, capability of trusting people. Our father died when she was twelve, and up until that time, both of my parents had told her that everything was going to be alright. So, after he died, she had a hard time trusting anyone, including me." He shook his head and took a sip of his coffee.

"Wow. So what should I do? I still text and call her occasionally just to make sure she's okay, but she never picks up or answers my texts." I bit my bottom lip, and nibbled on it as Caleb drank his coffee, clearly enjoying watching me squirm as I waited for his response.

"Well, leprechaun, I would just leave her alone until she calls you." Caleb explained, twiddling his thumbs, "She'll come around to you eventually. I can tell she actually really likes you, which is rare for Bel in these situations because she doesn't really fall for boys, like at all."

So she liked girls?

Caleb chuckled, amused by my confused expression, "No, she doesn't like girls, she just doesn't really do the whole dating thing."

Oh, that made a lot more sense.

Caleb and I conversed for a little while longer until he had to leave to some important meeting. I left Costa and just began to drive around mindlessly until I somehow ended up at Bel's apartment.

I sat in my car, mulling over what Caleb had said and debating whether or not I should go and knock on the door.

What had he said? "I would just leave her alone until she calls you. She'll come around to you eventually. I can tell she actually really likes you."

I sighed before turning my car back on and heading back to my flat, casting one last longing look back over my shoulder at her flat building.

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