pillowtalk ♡ njh

n i n e

song of the chapter: not nice by partynextdoor

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it's been a few weeks without leslie, and in those few weeks she quit her job at the office. i heard she transferred.

today, i go back to the theater for a contract signing. i have arrived and see ophelia (the owner's daughter) waiting out in the front. i exit the black vehicle and she approaches me.

"mr. horan, welcome back. if you would just follow me—that'd be great." she greeted, shakily. almost as if she was nervous, and i smirked at the thought of that.

"you doing okay, helia?" i asked, with a wink. i opened the door for her, and she blushed followed by a giggle. i love having that affect on girls. she lead the way through the halls and up some stairs, there was an awkward silence.

as we got closer, we passed an empty conference room which was filled with little kids. a little boy ran out and stepped in front of me, "stop following my sister!" he shouted at me, chocolate all over his face.

"brendon, leave him alone. he's here to buy the theater."

"oh so you're the guy who's taking our family business away and turning this theater to a building filled with girls shaking their butts?!" ophelia gasped at her brother's response, and i was kinda taken a back as well. "emmie told me bad stuff about you, she doesn't like you." he continued, his head shaking.

emmie?

right then, emilia walked out of the room and whispered something in brendon's ear. with that, he walked back into the room—still giving me the most dirtiest look.

emilia looked right at me with her arms crossed.

"em, go back and watch the children." said ophelia, looking quite nervous.

emilia didn't listen. she looked so nice, but at the same time the look she was giving me was a look i don't think a girl ever gave me before. she was beautiful in the most casual of clothing. not one thing was said for a while, tension grew and ophelia grew concerned.

          "em, you gon—" before ophelia could finish, emilia nodded her head towards the door as if saying please leave. ophelia got the memo and left in quick movements.

           "you have a problem with me?" i asked, smirking my ass off.

"your girlfriend humiliated me, at work!?" she exclaimed, "you expect me to feel a-okay when i see you again?"

         "a bit yeah." i smiled at this girl, god was she something. why'd she have to be mad at me? i just want to hold her small hand.

"niall, i'm being serious. that was horrid, i cut my hand!" she held her small hand up, it was bandaged up with a hello kitty band-aid.

            "i think you're adorable, emilia," i say, i walked closer to her. emilia rolled her eyes and scoffed. why would believe what i say, she definitely isn't wrong for that one. "by the way, not my girlfriend," i added.

emilia laughed, and raised her eyebrows. "okay niall, we got shit to do yeah?" she said, signaling me to follow her into one of the conference rooms. i nodded and followed her. she wore a light blue mini dress, with sunflowers on it. she had navy blue and grey cabin socks and white sneakers, with dirty laces. her hair was frizzy and pretty, she smelled like candy and all i wanted to do was grab her waist and put my head in her neck. 

why was emilia so beautiful to me?

        "where's that contract, em?" i asked, taking a seat in the black office chairs. emilia was going through the file cabinets, sorting through papers. she looked so frustrated, her eyebrows were furrowed and hair a mess. i smiled at the sight of her. i wonder how she'd look in my bed? in sweats and just wanting to cuddle.

"cannot find it for shit. i remember mr. caley giving it to me, but it'd be best to have ophelia here to do this with you." emilia pulled her phone out of her bra, and her tits honestly... not the biggest but damn with that face? it doesn't really matter.

         "hey helia, can you come to conference room D? pleaseeeee..." emilia's voice was so soft. emilia was turned around, on the phone, she walked around the room looking at different things. my eyes were so stuck on her. her hair was so long... she looked so—

leslie
meet me at Raf's 2nite. 7pm. we gotta talk.

emiliaaaaa.

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it's really been 3 years. i'm so fucking sorry i'm a mess ahahahahaha