What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Twenty Four

I brought out my phone, still tangled in Niall's arms and pressed my Mum's number into my phone. 

'Hey Mum?' I said when she picked up. 

'Hey sweetie, is everything okay? The movie is taking forever to start.' She sighed. 

'Yeah. It's fine. I just thought i'd tell you that i'm staying over at Megan's. So if i'm not home. I'm at Megan's.' 

'That's okay. Just no jetting off to France.' I was about to laugh but the seriousness in her voice told me not to. I put the phone down after saying goodbye and turning to Niall. 

'Sorted. Now I can help you look for Ross without her freaking out. Now do you actually have an idea of where to start, or are we just keeping our eyes open?' Niall was about to stand up, so I shuffled off his lap and let him walk towards the door. 

'I have an idea to start looking at the tip. His father always said that if anything went wrong, he'd work at a tip for extra payment. If i'm eighteen, then he's twenty three if my math skills are right. Nineteen..twenty...twenty one- yes. I'm right. So he'd probably live in a flat.' He smiled at me and tipped his head. 

'You worked this out quite well right?' I smiled, and stepped slowly along the ashed covered floor. 

'Careful.' Niall grabbed my hand, and pulled me through the doorway. We stepped lightly down the stairs and burst out the window, throwing pieces of wood on the floor to climb through. Niall put up his hood, and sunglasses and strapped his hand into mine. He pulled me down the road to a small house. It looked about a two bedroom, and had a cute apple tree in the front, growing next to a red bricked path leading to a brown wooden door. The upstairs windows were sparkling, with a vase peeking out from the window ledge. 

'What is this place?' I asked, still looking up. Niall looked towards the direction where I was looking and smiled. 

'I needed a place to stay in Manchester, so this was my Mum's old house.'

'Your mum lived in Manchester?!' I asked, staring right up at him. 

'Only for a bit when she was a teenager.' He laughed and then pulled me round the corner. Sat on a grey concrete patch, was a small mini cooper, with a striped top. He climbed in then knocked on the window for me to get in too. I pulled open the door and sat in, stroking down my jeans. 

'Ready?' Niall looked at me, raising his eyebrow. 

'We're going to a rubbish site; not a party.' He smiled, so I smiled back and turned on the radio. Niall tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as Domino by Jessie J came on. He turned a sharp corner just as One Thing came on. He rolled his eyes, then reached his hand over to turn off the radio. I slapped it. 

He looked at me, hurt then laughed. 

'Fangirl.' I laughed, then burst out singing as the chorus came on. I kicked Niall and he joined in. Then I turned down the radio as his part came on, and stopped singing. 

'Now i'm climbing the walls; but you don't notice at all.' 

I smiled at his cute irish voice, as he stared up ahead, putting all the effort  into his singing and none into driving. Then he turned a sharp corner and we arrived in a large queue, full of landrovers with big trailers full of rubbish. We waited about five minutes before driving into a huge land site, full of massive trailers, piling with different materials. 

'Come on. We'll ask the people who work here.' He pulled me out of the car, and grabbed my hand. He pulled down his hood, as no teenage girls were wandering about. He pulled me over to a small shed type building and walked up the the desk, with a small, old computer. There was an old man sat behind it, grinning with a cigarette hanging out his mouth. 

'Hello?' Niall released my hand and stepped up. The man immediately stood up and circled round the desk, coming face to face with Niall. I quickly stepped forward. 

'And who are you then?' The man said with a thick manchester accent. 

'My names Niall. I'm looking for somebody who may or may not work here. Like to help?' Niall said, with a fixed glare on the man's smoking cigarette. 

'Shoot.' The man stepped back to his chair and sat down, resting his feet on the desk, tipping his chair back. 

'His name's Ross. Ross Whitefield. Twenty three, messy brown hair, navy blue eyes?' Niall described Ross, staring at the man as he turned away. 

'Yeah yeah, I know who you're on about. He's round t'back.' The man pointed out a dusty finger towards a small door. Niall nodded, raising his eyebrow then turning to me and beckoning me to follow him. I sneered at the man when he wasn't looking and followed Niall.

Out the small door, we came to a small opening. There was a large fence that circled it, the tip being on the other side. There were three men, throwing old computers into a large metal trailer. I didn't recognise any of the men. But Niall did. He took one look at a brunette, then stepped back. I stepped with him, and locked my hand into his. I accidentally stepped on a broken hardrive, which made a sharp cracking noise. Ross and the other men whipped their heads round. The two men were bald, with bruises all over their faces. 

Ross, on the other hand, had striking navy blue eyes which caught my attention like Niall's. I heard Niall swallow hard as Ross grinned. 

'Buddy. It's been too long' He whispered, with a throaty voice.