Dear Heart

Where is he?

 This chapter is dedicated to my friend Brooklyn for always being there for me, and encouraging me to follow my dreams, thank you.

"Hi!" A tall boy, with blonde hair chirps. His accent, which sounds Irish ringing out.

  "You are?" I ask my disappointment evident.

   "Geez don't get down on my account!" The boy exclaims. Pointing out my disappointment.

"Sorry I thought you were-" I start to say. Only to get interrupted by the "Interrupting cow."

"Louis. I know." The "Interrupting cow" states. Moving his his bag from one shoulder to the other, his suitcase's on the ground beside him.

  "So this is one of Louis' friends, from the for the phone call hey?" I thought to myself remembering everything from that day.

"Is Louis with you? Is he in the car?" I ask. Straining to look behind him.

  "Umm... How do I say this?" The boys inquires. Rubbing the back of his neck.

  "Maybe start with your name." I say crossing my arms, and jutting out my hip.

  "Right. Well hi I'm Niall, and I regret to inform you that your brother isn't here yet. I guess I'm early." Niall tells me. shrugging his shoulders, and frowning a bit.

  "Well then how do you know Louis. How do I know you're not lying, to me is what I mean." I say repeating myself.

  "Well I have pictures, his number and you could call him." Niall answers confidently.

  "Okay then, let's see the pictures then." I grumple. The fact Louis sent a friend, instead of coming first bugging me.

  "Here." He sighs. Handing me his phone.

   The pictures are of Louis, Niall, and two other guys, their leaning forward, making silly faces at the camera.

  "I hate to admit it, but it looks like you were telling the truth." I admit. Moving away from the door, so he can get inside.

  "Follow me and I'll show you the rooms." I mumble. Trying to keep myself from crying.

  "Ok." Niall replies. Closing the door behind him.

   "Do you need any help with your bags?" I ask politely. Faking a smile.

  "Nah, I got it." Niall pipes up. A bright smile on his face.

  He then proceeded to swing his bag further up his shoulder, and pick up a suitcase in both hands. I gave him a questioning look, not wanting any bodies tumbling down the stairs. But he just waved me off like it was nothing.

  "Okay then, well here on your right is my moms room, and then there's a hall closet, before the bathroom. Then on the left is Louis' room, and after that there's four guest rooms, two on the right, and two on the left. After that there's another bathroom." I informed Niall. Pointing out all the rooms, except mine because why not.

  "Wow! Where do you sleep?" Niall inquires. The astonishment in his voice kind of bugs me.

  "Somewhere." I trail off. Trying to redirect him, from the door literally straight down the hall.

"How about you choose a room. You're the first one here so you get first pick!" I exclaim. Pushing him to turn around.

  "Where does that door lead to." He questions. Holding his ground like its nothing.

"You're not going to budge until I tell you... Are you?" I sigh, giving up.

"Nope!" He shouts. A smirk making a way on his face.

  "Ugh. It's my room..." I droop. My head bending slightly downward.

  "I see..." Niall whispers. Turning around, as if conveying a master plan to kill me.

  "Ummm.... Did you want to pick out a room?" I inquire. Slight worried about his reaction.

  "Sure. Which one do you think is the best?" Niall asks. A quizzical sound in his voice.

  To admit he was starting to scare me, and I'm contemplating whether or not to call the police.

  "I would say the one closest to my door." I mumble. Not really wanting him to pick that room, but wanting him to. Afraid of what the other guys are like.

"Pardon?" He questions. The questioning look on his face, hilarious.

  "The one before my room." I repeat myself. Stifling my laughter.

  Hope you enjoy the chapter, next chapter up tomorrow.