Together

Chapter 6

LAURA’s POV

"This was so fun!“ I tell him - at least the hundreth time since we got in his car. It was definetly worth being sad fort he whole day. "You know that I'd thought you would hate me this morning?" I ask him with a smile. "What?" He looks a me with an asking and scared gaze. I have to laugh and he asks: "Why?"

"Well, I hang up by mistake and then I thought: If he calls me back, he likes me. But if he doesn't he just thinks that you are annoying." He looks in my eyes for a long time and my stomach flatters one more time. God, he is so sweet. I don't know what exactly it is. "I had to work. And I thought that you hang up on purpose, you know for a reason because you were disturbed." Oh, then I was just too... naive. Thinking that he would sit at home woth nothing to do just waiting for me to call him. I look away. That's embarrassing. How could I think something like that? "Hey?" he asks with a soft voice and lays his hand on my leg. Wow, that feels so... so good. I look at his hand but he frowns and removes it. What? No! I want it to be there again. It felt so soft. I have to change the subject because it's getting to awkward. Maybe something normal? "So, what do you work?" I ask. He looks away and concentrate on the street. Was this the wrong question? No. Asking for the job the other one does is one of the most normal things you can do. Regardless, he doesn't answer. I look at him. "What's wrong?" I wonder.

NIALL's POV

"So, what do you work?" Shit. Shit. Shit. This was probably the question which I didn't want her to ask the most. I should have prepared an answer.  Idiot! I look at the street. An answer, an answer, an answer. I need an answer! Should I lie? No, I'm the worst liar living in the whole country. And I don't want to lie at her, I hate lying. But on the other side not telling the whole truth isn't lying, right? "What's wrong?" She asks with a soft voice. "Well, I do something special, together with some good mates. Trust me, the details are pretty boring and it's complicated to explain." She looks at me like I am an idiot. I nearly have to laugh. I am. I am a fucking idiot. "Well, I'll try. We do some entertaining stuff. We have fun and earn money by doing this. So actually it's a pretty good job." I smile at her. A fake smile because I notice what I've just said. This just sounds extremly crazy. But suddenly she begins to laugh. Harder and harder. She's nearly crying. "What's so funny?" I ask her. "You know how this sounds?" she laughs. "You earn money by doing something with some mates and by doing something to entertain. Who are you? a superstar with millions on his account?" She has to laugh about her own joke. Forcing myself I also try to laugh. I turn right and see my house. God, I'm so relieved being able to change te subject. "Look! We've arrived." I park the car in the lot and stop the engine. The moment I want to drop out I notice Laura starring at the house. "You're sure this story with the millions on the account is just a joke?" she has to laugh again. "Laura, it's not only me living in this house!" I tell her. "Yes, but still. It's big!"

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LAURA's POV

"Okay", I tell him after having had dinner which was more than delicious. "I've got a new theory."

"Theory about was?" he asks. "Theory about how you got all that money!" I have to laugh. "Well, acutally I've got more theories!"

"I don't know why you think that I have so much money." "Oh come on, Niall! Look around. You do have a lot of money. But now listen: I want to tell you where you earned it. So first: You are in the Mafia, you know one of the top cats. And actually the police has ben looking for you for many years but you are too clever and you acutally have another name like... Leonardo." He laughs. "And my nickname is Leo." I also begin to laugh. "Yes. This is one possibility. The other one is that you are a rich prince - incognito. There are many gangsters who are also looking for you so you had to duck. Your whole family has already been killed so you succeeded everything. But instead of being the king of the country you had to come to rainy London." I can't help but stop because I have to laugh again. It's really crazy and scary. Two minutes nobody says something because we both are just laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing. "And what would be my name in your theory. Not Leonardo, right?" I need another minute to answer him because I still have to laugh. "No, of course not! Leonardo is the Mafia boss' name. It's too dirty for an arabic prince. You would be arabic, you know?"

"Arabic?" I giggle. "You know that I have got blonde hair and blue eyes, don't you?"

Yes, I know that you have blue eyes. Deep blue ocean eyes. I love your eyes.

The voice in my head answers him silently. I am so in love with him. 

"Yes, you'd be arabic because in Europe or America there aren't so many gangsters looking for poor princes to kill them, remember?" He laughs. "So you'd be Abd-Allah." "Pardon?" he asks. "All-Allah? That's the strangest name I have ever heard in my whole life."

(Hey guys, sorry for the late update but I hardly have any time. Hope you liked it! xo)