An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 7

NIALLS POV

Juliet is out of sight before my eyes. I look to both sides of the sidewalk, but I don't see a girl running. She's going to be stuck in my mind for now on, especially because whatever she saw changed her mood. 

A motorcycle drives up into my driveway. Looking at those tight, black skinny jeans, I know who it is. 

Harry comes off the bike and removes the helmet. He waves and I walk back into the walk way, closing the gate behind. 

"Nice ponytail," I tell him. He shakes his head and smiles. 

"You looking for something?" He says, nodding towards the sidewalk. 

"Well, not really. I don't know. A girl was just in here and--"

"A girl?" Harry interrupts, wiggling his brows. Doug runs out when he sees Harry. He reaches down and ruffles his head. 

"Not like that. I don't know, it's strange. I was walking with Doug, and when she ran by me, she fell. So I ioffered my help, but she just left a couple of minutes ago...running, almost like she found out some bad news." Maybe that's what she received. Must have been bad news for her to just randomly run out like that. What else could it have been?

"You didn't go after her?" He sits on the couch, placing the helmet on the floor. 

"No." 

"Well, why not?" He says, disbelieved. I don't think she wanted to be followed. Plus, if I did she would find it weird. 

"I don't know. Didn't feel like something for me to do." It wasn't my place to follow her. She wanted to leave my house as quick as possible. 

"Well maybe you'll see her again," Harry says, "Got any water? It's bloody hot." He stands up and walks to the kitchen, Doug behind him. 

The chances of seeing Juliet again are very low...not impossible, but extremely low. I'd like to see her again, but I rather not think that. 

If I see her again, it'll be good, but if I don't, then I don't. 

Harry's been telling me about how he wants to paint the colors of the walls in his house, when there's a knock at the door. 

Telling Doug to stay behind, I open the door. 

"Hello, Niall," my next door neighbor, Mrs. Donald greets. "I found this outside of my house, so I thought it belonged to you." She holds out a phone with a broken screen. I take it and spin it in my hands. Definitely not mine. 

"No, not mine." 

"Hm, okay then. I'll continue asking." She's walking away when I realize something. The phone is black, with a small flower sticker located on the back of it. 

"Mrs. Donald," I call out. "It's a friend of mine's. I just remembered. She must've dropped it." She smiles and walks back. 

"Here you go, honey." She pats my shoulder before giving me a very cheery smile and walking away. 

Harry is walking towards me when I close the door. 

"What's that?" 

"I think it might be Juliet's phone." I study the device in my hand. I am positive this is hers. The screen is shattered, but there is no way of knowing if it works. I attempt at the power button, and when the screen turns bright, I gasp. 

"Might work," I say. The main screen comes on, but the batter flashes that it needs to be charged. Harry and I own iphone's so we don't have the right chord for this. 

How in the hell can I return this to her?

It's been two days and I'm still thinking about Juliet. I've tried and tried to distract myself, but having her phone isn't helping. I want to give it back to her or maybe I just need an excuse to see her. The more I tell myself it wasn't my place to stop her from running, the more I regret not doing it. 

Her reaction isn't something people usually do. I don't mean I want to become friends with her, I just want to make sure she's okay. 

It feels idiotic of me to be feeling this way, thinking this way. Just last night, I had to tell a girl know because my thoughts weren't there. They were running around, trying to think of a way to find Juliet. I have replayed the incident in my head, trying to see if I can remember anything that would somehow lead me back to her. 

Plus having the house to myself definitely doesn't help. I play the guitar and the song I played for her, which brings her back into my mind. Even Doug makes me think of her. 

It is absolutely frustrating. She's just a girl who I met and helped out. Why is my mind wandering beyond that fact?

"Let's go, Niall!" Harry calls out from the front door. Sighing, I grab my keys and head out the door with Harry.