Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 12: Meet and Greet

Niall’s P.O.V.

I was sleeping on my couch, when I was woken up by an annoying pinging sound. I thought I was dreaming, so I tried to go back to sleep. When it kept continuing, I realized that it was my doorbell.

“I’m coming!” I bellowed.

I flopped off the couch and slouched to the door. I rubbed by eyes before opening it. It was a girl… it was Brielle, looking sexy as hell, I might add. 

“Brielle?” I asked.

She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I noticed it was pouring. My eyes trailed down her body and back up. She was soaking wet, and her dress was stuck to her body. Her makeup was running down her face, giving her black racing stripes and her hair was plastered to her face. Her heels were in her hand.

“I was just wondering if I could use your phone.” Brielle said.

“Sure,” I said, moving aside so she could come in.

As she walked past me, my eyes dropped to her arse. What? I’m a guy, I can’t help it! And speaking about her arse, it looked even sexier than the rest of her.

“Here,” I said, handing her my phone.  

Brielle’s P.O.V.

I stood in shock, staring at Niall. Out of all the flats in London, I chose Niall’s. My luck just sucks. I blushed as I noticed his eyes traveling all over my body. I don’t think he noticed he bit his lip.

“I was wondering if I could use your phone,” I said, considerably quieter than before.

“Sure,” Niall said, moving aside.

As I walked past him, I could feel him staring at my arse. I felt uncomfortable, so I turned around.

He handed me his phone. I dialed my mom’s number. Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up, I begged as it rang. It went to her voicemail. I hung up and handed Niall his phone back.

“She didn’t answer?” he asked.

“Nope,” I said.

I was shivering violently. Niall’s heating system was helping, but my wet clothes were not. Niall seemed to notice that I was shivering.

“Here, let me get you some dry clothes. I’ll dry yours,” he said and walked off before I could protest.

I stood there awkwardly as he returned. He handed me a bunch of clothes and directed me to the bathroom. Once I was in and locked the door, I leaned against the door and closed my eyes. What the hell is happening? I asked myself. I am staying in the house of the boy I rejected. I changed quickly, realizing that they were his clothes. They were too big for me, so the sweats hung low, and the T-shirt came down to about mid-thigh.

I walked out and found Niall on the couch. I sat down on a chair near him with my clothes bunched in my hand.

“Here,” Niall said, holding out his hand.

I handed him my clothes and waited awkwardly while he was gone. I was still shivering slightly. When Niall came back, he frowned.

“Are you still cold?” he asked.

I shook my head. “N-not really,” I answered. Damn my chattering teeth.

Niall shook his head. “Yes, you are. Here,” he handed me a blanket.

I wrapped it around my shoulders, sighing at the immediate warmth it I wrapped it around my shoulders, sighing at the immediate warmth it provided. “Thank you,” I said. “I feel much better.”