Lessons Learned

Part 8

I woke up very uncomfortably on a set of stairs. I looked around, searching for any signs of my next Nephilim. To my immense surprise I was alone.

"Finally," I murmured as I stretched. There was no one to pry into my 'feelings' or teach me stupid lessons.

I checked out my outfit. I was wearing brown military boots, white socks, shorts, and an oversized cream cable knit sweater. I appeared to be in someone's house. I picked myself up off the stairs and decided to do some exploring.

I started upstairs, going from room to room. The house was massive and filled with tons of unused bedrooms. The only one that seemed occupied was a large room full of bunk beds. I shut the door slightly behind me as I conducted a closer inspection. There were a few bags of chips on the dresser, a blue jumper tossed on the floor, and the blankets on one of the bottom bunks were crumpled. Other than that the room was spotless.

I wandered over to the dresser and pulled open one of the drawers. It was full of clothes. I shifted through the tee-shirts and sweaters, looking for any clues about the boy who lived there.

"I didn't mean to lose her!" I heard a panicked voice from right outside the door and I caught my breath. I wasn't ready to be found yet. I quickly scrambled on to one of the top bunks and lay down as flat as I could, hoping the boy wouldn't walk in and look up right away.

The door pushed open and I stopped breathing. Not because I was afraid of being caught, but because the boy who stepped into the room was the most beautiful male I had ever seen.

"Stop yelling at me Liam! I was tired of waiting for her to wake up so I went to get something to eat." The boy ran a hand through his dyed blonde hair. He rolled his stunning blue eyes as I heard Liam's voice explode from the phone. The more I stared at him, the more familiar he looked. Suddenly it dawned on me. He was one of the boys who had been with Liam and Zayn in Liam's memories. He had gotten a haircut since then. It made his dancing blue eyes stand out even more. He was beyond gorgeous.

"I know I don't need to eat!" His lilting Irish accent made my heart flutter in my chest. It was perfect. "But I like to anyway."

He held the phone away from his ear and I heard Liam's tiny voice coming through the speaker. "What if she imploded?"

"Calm down," the Irish boy grabbed a bag of chips from the dresser and ripped them open. I winced as he spoke with his mouth full. "She has to be around here somewhere."

"Find her," I heard Liam shout before the line went dead.

"Overreact much?" the kid muttered before tossing his phone onto the bottom bunk. He started singing under his breath as he continued munching on the chips. As much as I had enjoyed Liam's voice, it couldn't compare to the Irish babe. His voice made me forgot everything.

"I can see you up there," he raised his breathtaking blue eyes to meet mine. "I'm not an idiot."

"Oh," I turned bright red and climbed down from the bunk bed. I stood there awkwardly a good few feet away from the boy, wondering if he had seen me checking him out.

"I'm Niall," he held out a hand, but pulled it back when he realized it was covered in grease from his snack. "Woops," he blushed, his cheeks lighting up the most gorgeous shade of pink I had ever seen.

"Annabelle," I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he stared at me. His blue eyes kept flickering from my eyes to my lips and back again. I didn't know what else to say to him as he continued to search my face.

"Are you hungry?" he held out the chips to me. I shook my head slightly. I didn't eat, ever.

"More for me," he shrugged before dumping the remaining crumbs into his perfect mouth. I watched the tight blue cotton of his shirt ride up and reveal his extremely thin stomach. I wish I could eat and look like that. But every time a morsel of food touched my lips I blew up like a fat cow.