FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 8.

"You're the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no."

Niall's POV

I keep the files on my desk for Logan to keep them in order. I leave for my house soon when I realise that I cannot pay attention to my work and there was no way I can cope up with it after telling Logan to update me about it tomorrow.

I drive to my house and park my car in my garage before walking towards the door and unlocking it. I remove my shoes and socks before throwing them in the lobby, because I'm too tired and lazy to keep the in order. I saunter to the kitchen and take out a can of beer from the fridge before walking to the living room. Shrugging off my jacket, my T-shirt and my belt, I plop down on the sofa and stare at the mindless and nonsensical TV show.

I open the can and take a long sip of it, the beer instantly relaxing my body. I look at the TV when I hear a similar movie advertisement, 'Moana'. I groan when Ana suddenly pops up in my head. I complete the can and slam it on the table and lay on my couch, but my mind is still occupied with her. I can't help the negative thoughts the cloud my mind every time she crosses through it.

Is she okay? Where is she? What if she is in trouble and needs someone to help her? What if she has been kidnapped? What if she needs money and has nowhere to go? What if someone's behind her? What if she is running from someone? What if she's a murderer or a robber? Yeah, probably not. What if she has a boyfriend?

The thought unwillingly comes to my mind and I try to push it at the back of my head. Even though I feel a little bad about that thought, I don't care, it is the least of my concerns right now. I just want her to be safe, but I don't know how to find her. I feel so helpless, at the moment, that I cannot even think straight. I can't do shit to find her. All I can do is hope that she's safe and happy, wherever she is.

I don't know, but I feel like she wouldn't be thinking about me the way I am doing right now. I shake my head at the thought. Why would she even think about me? I'm just a stranger that she met at a stupid motel in the middle of nowhere.

When I left the motel, she looked perfectly fine, I didn't expect her to be unhappy, since I know we didn't know each other for a very long time, but I also never had such a great time with a girl that is not my mom or my sisters and now, I can't get her out of my head. When she hugged me closer to her chest, I can't describe how I felt, it was something electrical and magical.

This can be just a mere attraction, but it can be more, too. Maybe it could be just because I'm intrigued by her. Whatever it is, it feels absurd, but bonny.

My trance is broken when I hear my phone go off. I grab it from my pocket to see that my best friend's calling me. I originally planned to ignore it, but soon felt guilty and picked it up.

"Are you getting laid?" Is the first thing that leaves his mouth. He never seizes to amuse me. "Or wanking?" Every time it's something really enlivening.

"What?" I chuckle. "No, I'm not."

"Taking a shit?" I laugh at his assumption.

"No, Tommo, stop assuming things and tell me why did you call?" I speak.

"So that you can get back to wanking? Sure." I roll my eyes, even though he can't see me.

"Please." I don't try to correct him, since I know he won't listen to me.

"We're back in London. It was no fun without you." I can imagine his pout. He can be very dangerous and protective at times, but at the same time, he's so soft. "So, me, and those two fuckers, are going to this new club that I discovered earlier. It's a helluva wild club. It's gonna be a shit night, mate. You're coming." He states.