Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Fourteen

-Savannah's POV-

I assume Daniel's hiding something by the second he becomes nervous by my presence. I hope it's because I'm only wearing a towel and my body's wet, but then again he doesn't look at me like the way I want to be looked. He doesn't look at me like Niall does.

He glance at me and holds his hands together on front of his lap, sitting down on the sofa.

"This, this woman," He stutters and I sit next to him. Forcing myself, I put an arm around him. I don't seem to feel the things I felt for him before, it suddenly vanished. I don't love my husband anymore, I think I never did. But I still feel guilty, because he loves me a lot. Maybe he won't show it like I want to, but we've been together since High School. He knows me more than anyone, more than Niall I guess - in some things but I know Niall wants to know more about me before we jump into something else.

"What about this woman, love?" I trail my finger over his jaw line, and I hear him swallow.

"This woman was flirting with me and..." He looks up to the ceiling and then down to me, "then I had to call her off because she was disgusting."

I smile.

"I told her I was married... to a beautiful woman." He presses his lips on my forehead.

"I'm beautiful?" I meet his eyes as he rests his forehead against mine.

"Of course you are, baby." He rubs his nose with mine. I love eskimo kisses. There it is, I'm blushing, but that doesn't mean anything. I feel my chest hurt, I'm so cheating on him. And every time my mind says to stop, I can't.

"You don't tell me that very often."

He looks away, "I know, I'm sorry. Now I should tell you how much I love you because that Niall guy might steal you away from me."

He already did.

"Never." I force myself to kiss his lips.

"Alright babe, I'll be upstairs in a minute." He says, standing up with his phone. He leaves to the kitchen, his back's telling me to not follow him. I purse my lips, there's something from with Daniel I can't put my damn finger on it.

I go upstairs, entering the room and charge, again, my phone like I did when I arrived. Maybe Daniel used my phone for something.

I check my messages if Niall texted but there are cero messages. When I'm about to call him, Daniel comes inside.

-Niall's POV-

I couldn't sleep last night. I texted Savannah over ten times, okay no, eleven times and she haven't answered. I thought she was going to call me and apologise for leaving without letting me know. Ever since I came to Miami, there's something different with me. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacations, but here I am chasing a married girl.

"Hey Francis," I say when I get out from the room to eat breakfast. Maybe she's doing the same but alone. She's wearing some jeans, sandals and a sleeveless shirt. She looks refreshed.

"Morning, I thought everyone was still sleeping. I guess you're a morning person like me?"

"Nope not at all." I joke and walk beside her.

"So why are you awake?" She smiles.

"Couldn't rest last night. I slept one hour, then my stomach growled 'Niall I want food' so here I am."

"Haha!" She laughs and hits a button to the elevator, then turns to me, "Is there a reason behind why you couldn't sleep last night?"

"Yeah." I breathe. I don't know if it's a great idea to talk about my personal love life with her, with a girl I had or maybe I still have feelings for. I don't know if she will care. Maybe she'll pretend she does, but I know she isn't a hypocrite. Francis is amazing.