Big brown, worried eyes stared down at me the minute I woke up.
"Isabelle", Noah breathed.
"Where am I?", my voice croaked.
"Your at our flat. A doctor was over and he said you were gonna be fine, how do you feel?", he asked.
"Confused. Im confused Noah. I was enjoying a flight when next minute a knife was pressed to my throat. You saved my life but won't answer any questions. So yeah, I feel confused.", I said.
Noah looked at me in concern and opened his mouth but closed it again as if he was gonna say something.
I then noticed how close he really was. I was lying on a bed and he was sitting on a chair right beside me. And his hands were closed around mine.
I began to notice my surroundings. It looked like an expensive, modern flat.
I could feel my long, dark hair spread out on the pillow and I could feel my jeans and top under the thin sheet.
Most of all I could feel a stingy feeling at my throat.
"Do you want some water?",Noah asked me politely.
"Yes please."
He got up and walked over to the dresser and poured me a glass of water from a jug.
He walked back over and waited patiently for me to sit up properly.
As soon as the glass touched my lips, I gulped it down immediately. When I was finished I leaned over to place it on the dresser, when Noah took it from me.
"Easy there", he said as I nearly fell out of the bed from leaning over so much.
He took the top of my arm and gently helped me balance back on the bed.
"What happened to me?",I asked him, wondering I was so weak.
"You blacked out. You've been out for about two hours."
"Oh.", I said meekly.
"You sat here for two hours?",I asked him.
He deeply blushed.
" Well you know, I was just... ya know, doing some stuff.", he stuttered.
I grinned at him.
" Wait, Are we in .....", I begin.
"Yes Isabelle, were in New York.",he said grinning.
"I was waiting for you to notice", he said grinning.
My eyes went wide. I was in New York.
"Hey, wanna see the view?",he asks.
I nod wordlessly.
He peeled the covers back from me and helped me swing my legs over the side. Then, he wrapped an arm around me and helped me stood up.
I felt a bit dizzy but I was okay.
I was aware of Noah's hand on the small of my back as he guided me to the massive window.
"Wow!", I breathed.
New York looked just like it did in the movies. The sky was pink with the sunset and skyscraper sillouhetted against the sky.
"I know, right?", said Noah.
I looked at him. He looked beautiful against the New York background.
His dark hair, with slight curls and smooth skin. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt with dark jeans.He had one dimple on his cheek and long eyelashes. He was a good head and a half taller than me and you could see his muscles contract on his back as he pushed a hand through his hair.
He still had one arm around me and it tightend as he turned to look at me.
" Is it like you imagined?", he asked.
" Better.", I replied.
He smiled and looked back at the view.
I look down at my jeans and top and see a blood stain on my top from the cut.
"Hey Noah, Could I maybe take a shower?"
"Sure. It's down the hall to the left. There are towells in there. Do you need any help?", he asked.
"No im okay. And Noah?",
"Yup?"
"Thanks.", I say.
"Your welcome Isabelle.", he said.
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Teen FictionSeventeen year old Isabelle Hart always had the dream to go to New York. But eveything changes when she meets Noah, Shane and Carl. She discovers the truth of her fathers death and finds out that there is something about her that she herself never k...