FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 6.

AN: The picture on the side is Niall's parents' house in London.

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever." -Alfred Lord Tennyson

Niall's POV

I left her standing outside the motel room all alone.

"Fuck." I scream and kick my feet against the door of my car as it stops in the middle of no-fucking-where. I slam my hands on the top of it and groan in dissatisfaction. Taking my phone from the console of the car, I try to find a mechanical shop nearby that might be open at this time of the hour. Luckily, I find one. I call the shop and ask them if there is any possible way they can fix my car or rent me one as soon as possible. They responded, telling me that they'll tow my car tomorrow and will see what the problem was. I groan and cut the call. I send my location to them along with Logan's phone number and then, message Logan to take care of the whole thing.

I lock my car, grab my bag and walk towards the motel that I saw while driving. After walking for half an hour, I reach Roger's. I book myself a room and walk towards the couch, where I left my bag earlier. As I'm walking towards the stairs, I dash into someone since I was checking my emails and wasn't looking where I was going. I look up from my phone to see a girl, a little shorter than me, in a pair of black jeans and a top with red Converse. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail and a few strands are falling freely on her puffy cheeks like she had been crying. Her black glasses rests loosely on her nose. She tucks her hair behind her ears, pushes the glasses on top of her nose and mumbles a small sorry before walking away. I stare at her as her ponytail bounces to and fro until she disappears from my sight.

I turn towards Roger and ask him about it and figure out what the problem is. I let her use my room, as any gentleman would, while I rest in my car for a while, then walk back and lay on the couch, which I am completely fine with. I cannot sleep though since it was preoccupied with the woman I met just a while ago. She is beautiful with big brown eyes behind her glasses, but they looked hollow. She looked worn out and sad. I try to put a finger on what must have happened that was troubling her. The worst possible scenarios enter my mind, but I soon shake it off because I don't want to think the worst of her. I cannot.

I don't why I'm even thinking about her! I never indulge myself into these kinds of... stuff anymore. I've never been so intrigued by a woman by just looking at them, but maybe it's just the fact that she looks very disturbed and upset, I'm even more curious to know what she is doing at a motel at his hour. I don't want to think about her, but I can't help it. I remember the way she hugged me just a few minutes ago as if I meant something to her, but all I did was offer my room, I would have done it for any woman.

I remember when I first saw her. She looked so helpless, scared and tired in the back seat of her car. Something might have happened that made her look so vulnerable. Something big. Or maybe I'm just looking too much into things.

I try not to dwell on her situation anymore right now and let sleep take over me. I wake up in the morning and order breakfast for me and Ana, hoping that maybe she won't decline my offer. I don't know why I did it, but I just was looking for a way to spend some time with her because I have nothing to do here.

When I asked her about the reason for her presence here, I could see she was at a loss of words. I am suspicious that something is wrong as she is lying about moving, but I cannot call her out on it. My doubt is confirmed when I see her stressing over her phone, but it isn't my place to say anything.