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#Nuella

Chapter 8: #Nuella
third person

Niall groaned and glared at his ringing alarm clock with a death stare. He knew he should, but Niall refused to get up, knowing that today Paul and Aaron were going to meet up with him to check on the date that happened the night before. It was - as clichéd as it sounds - a magical night for the Irish boy. That kiss on the cheek was probably the best kiss he has ever had in his life. And it was only on the cheek.

Ruella was so beautiful last night - not that she isn't in every other day but yesterday she was just the most breathtaking thing Niall has ever laid his light blue eyes on. Niall wondered, for the trillionth time since he found out about the contract, just how he would be able to break up with that angel.

Rising from the bed in an almost begrudging manner, Niall stumbled towards his bathroom and grabbed a towel on the way. He stripped down inside the cool confines of his blue bathroom and sighed in content when the warm water hit his bare back.

With all the thoughts running through his head, Niall knew that it would be a long, long shower.

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Stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist roughly half an hour later, Niall snatched pair of boxers, a tight charcoal grey v-neck shirt and black pants. He quickly slipped them on and wore his black wayfarer shades, stuffing his iPhone and wallet in his back pockets. Niall quickly ran his hands through his hair, effectively placing it in his usual quiff.

He grabbed his car keys and dashed to his car when he saw the time. 10:25 the clock had flashed and Niall cursed under his breathe. The meeting was at eleven and it took more or less 30 minutes to get to Modest! Management's building from his place with all the traffic.

Niall zoomed through the streets of London and swerved around traffic with skills he may or may not have obtained from one of his favourite video games, GTA.

Meanwhile, Paul, Simon Cowell and Aaron Collins sat down in the meeting room with their cups of coffee, laughing and talking like old college friends as if scr*wing with Niall's and Ruella's love lives wasn't that much of a big deal.

Going back to Niall, said Irish boy was busy driving in and out of the London traffic. At exactly 11:05, Niall had frantically ran towards the elevator and pressed the button for the floor where the meeting room was located. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his jaw.

When the cool metal elevator doors opened, Niall sprinted and burst through the door, startling the three occupants of the meeting room. "Niall..." Paul stood up and began to approach the Irish man but Niall stopped him in his tracks with a raise of his palm.

"I know," Niall breathed heavily, gasping for breathe. "I'm late but it's like five minutes so please, give me a break. I woke up late and my mom nagged my ear off last night for not picking up. I'm sorry."

"I was going to offer you some cake but that works too." Paul shrugged and sat back down while Niall pouted. Aaron - Red Jeans'  manager, Niall reminded himself - laughed and held out a white plate with a perfectly sliced brown cake on it to Niall. "Rue made this last night and I figured I'd bring the cake here." 

Niall eagerly sat down beside Simon and grabbed the cake - not before mumbling a thank you, of course. "Rue made this?" He moaned slightly at the heavenly taste of the cake. "Nutella, yum." The almost brunette quickly finished the cake and sat the plate down. "But didn't we like get to her house at ten last night?"

Aaron nodded and took a bite out of his slice. "Yes but Ruella is insomniac. She likes baking at night when she can't sleep." The Irish boy nodded in understanding before putting on a serious face.

"So...what did you want me here for?" He asked the three other men in the room. Simon cleared his throat and leaned forward, resting his hands on the glass table of the conference room. "Well according to the contract, you only have seven moths and twenty-two days before you have to break up with Ruella and we can't exactly do that if you aren't even together."

"What do you want me to do? I'm already working on courting her." Niall replied, confusion etched on his handsome features.

"I want you to lay a claim on her." Simon said before leaning back on his chair. Niall looked absolutely furious. "I'm not touching her, if that's what you mean." He snapped, not caring if Simon was his superior or not.

"My, my," A voice tutted from the door. Niall looked to see Aria swaggering into the room with her usual smirk painted on her red lips. "What a dirty little imagination you have there, Mr. Horan." Aaron pulled his sister to the seat beside him with a warning glance but Aria just ignored it.

"But you want me to 'lay a claim' on Ruella," Niall clenched his fists and his jaw muscles tightened. "Why and how."

"Well, we want you to lay a claim on sweet Ruella so that people know to back off, of course," Aaron all but growled, clearly over protective of the girl that was his little sister in everything but blood. "But I'm not talking about a sexual claim, God forbid that ever happens to Ruella before marriage. I'm talking about a public announcement that you're planning on making her your girl without actually saying that. Let the fans figure it out themselves."

"So in an interview?" The only Irish member of One Direction asked, still confused. Paul - who was beside Niall - gave him an exasperated look. "By Twitter, of course. For everyone to see."

Niall's pale pink lips formed a small 'o' as the information sunk in. Tired of standing up to people who won't even blink an eye at his pleads, Niall reluctantly took his phone from his pocket and launched his Twitter app.

@NiallOfficial: Last night was magical. Had so much fun w/ @ruellaevans.

He showed it to Aria who nodded before pressing send. Almost immediately people started reacting to the tweet.

@fanacc1: @NiallOfficial @ruellaevans why magical did u guys have sex

@fanacc2: @NiallOfficial @ruellaevans oh my gosh are you two dating OTP

@fanacc3: @NiallOfficial ilysm

@fanacc4: @NiallOfficial @ruellaevans you guys would be cute together

@fanacc5: @NiallOfficial @ruellaevans oh my gosh rue you are such a slut first jake now niall shame on you

"That was...unexpected, to say the least." Niall whistled as he read through the replies and faved some that were pretty nice to Ruella. "Wow Directioners are crazy. How'd they get sex from that tweet?"

"The word magical." Aria pointed out and Aaron gave her a sideways glance. Seeing her brother do that she stuck her tongue out at him. Simon and Paul, on the other hand, seemed to have slipped out of the room already. Niall quickly stood up, leaving the Collins siblings to bicker.

"Oh and, Horan?" Aria called after him. "Rehearsals tomorrow at eight. Be at the Red Studio then."

"Red Studio...?" Niall asked and moved back into his seat. Sure, he's heard of it. Harry's younger sister James managed it. A 21st birthday present from Ravenorth Holdings, Inc. on behalf of Ruella Evans. He doesn't know where it is, though. Aria seemed to know this and she handed him a card with the Red Studio's logo on it.

"Red Studio. Found at the Red Strip, A. Alonzo Boulevard." Aaron supplied. "You can't miss it. It's the building north east of the Ravenorth fountain in between Red Pic and Red Canvas. It's an incredibly modern looking building."

"Got it," Niall smiled. "Thanks."

So he went back home and sat in front of his MacBook, launching up Google and typing in 'Ravenorth Holdings, Inc.' Call him stalker but Niall thought it was about time he looked up just how wealthy and influential Ruella's family was.

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THE NEXT CHAPTER IS TOMORROW PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I'M SORRY IF I'VE BEEN MIA FOR OVER A MONTH I WAS INCREDIBLY BUSY DOING NOTHING AND THERE HAVE BEEN BLACKOUTS IN THE PH SO MEH I AM SO SORRY.

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