"The Ice Cream Truck"

Chapter 21

NIALL'S POV.

I wake up with a massive headache from last night's party.

All that beer pong and numerous shots we all did.

After getting up and talking to Paul for awhile, he finally agrees to let us all have a week off.

Relieved, I make way up to the airport and catch an afternoon plane down to Denver.

Finally, I can see her again and make sure i get her to love me like before.

Hopefully, she'll give me a chance.

Putting my headphones on, I close my eyes and lean against the window by my side.

Sleeping for about an hour, I wake up at the noise of an announcement,

"Excuse me passenger. There will be some turbulence along the way back."

After ending the warning, I close my eyes once again and put my music back on.

Before I know it, we just arrive at Denver and everyone begins to exit the plane.

Waking up, I balance myself out of my seat.

I roam my eyes around for my bag, finding it and exiting off the plane.

I slowly make it down the steps, feeling the cold breeze bolt at my skin.

I let go of the breeze, walking inside the airport.

I walk over to the luggage area, waiting patiently for my red suitcase.

Catching a glimpse of it, I remove it from the tray and carry it along.

I continue moving for what seems like forever, stopping at the underground trains.

I look at my phone, widening my eyes at the time.

I rush to find a two o'clock train, but I see nothing in sight.

Taking a breath, an older Japanese man notices me and makes way to me.

"You need help son?" He speaks with a crack between his words.

"Please, uh..can you tell me where I can find the two o'clock train?"

My hands begin to shake.

"Yes, it's right over there." He points down the row of trains, directing me to one further down. Barely making it, I hop in the train, being the last passenger to enter.

Before I can make it to a seat, I get pushed back into a crowded bench as the train speeds off.

As my heart goes back to its regular pace, it's already near the time to get off.

After a few stops later, I get off and start walking.

Finally, two blocks later I see a fancy-looking motel right to the side of me.

The automatic doors quickly spread, leaving me to walk through.

Entering the lobby, I take in the strong scent of fruity soap and furniture polish.

I read the sign up against the wall saying, "Mediterranean".

Looking around a bit more, I stope at the front desk to check in and get my room key. The short gal gets up from her seat and finds me a key to room: 349.

Next, she hands me a small plastic card and a slip of paper with the wifi password written on it.

Thanking her, I walk over to the elevators and enter one full of guests.

Pressing on the third floor, we slowly move up and stand in awkward silence.

No one seems to recognize me surprisingly, though they are adults.

I walk down the carpeted, narrow hallway and find my door.

The dumb blonde that I am, it takes me a numerous amount of tries to finally open the door.

Stumbling in, I take sight of my bright room and wide bed.

Dropping my suitcase, I take a few steps over to the tall window and open it.

I stare out at the city spread far, looking at all the beautiful details.

Smiling, I turn myself around and begin to empty my suitcase.

It takes me awhile to put short by shirt and pairs of shorts, neatly folded into my drawers.

Soaked in sweat, I head to the bathroom and remove my outfit.

Leaving them on the floor, I turn the water on and step inside.

Wetting my hair, I pour soap from the trial sized bottle into my hair.

I rub my fingers over my scalp, feeling the suds run down my body.

I finish washing myself, drying off and putting a new set of clothes on.

I leave the steamy bathroom, taking a seat on my large bed.

I grab my cell phone, scrolling through my contacts and press on Adrianna's contact.

I call her, but the ringing ends with her voicemail to follow.

Groaning, I throw my phone on the floor and watch as a crack appears through the screen.

I decide to order some room service and watch the Broncos compete on the sports channel.

As the game begins, the food finally shows up.

Stretching myself up, I skip to the door and take grip of the box of chicken I ordered.

I put my attention back on the game, digging into my meal.

With barely a breath taken, I scarf every bit of chicken down.

I laugh at how crappy this chicken is compared to Nando's

I miss it there, the chicken is absolutely amazing.

The game drags along, causing me endless yawns and numbing muscles from lack of movement and too many snacks.

For the first time ever, I turn the television off before the football game finishes.

Being midnight already, I hope into bed and fall fast asleep.

The next morning I wake up earlier than I intended to.

Grabbing my cracked phone, I dial Adrianna's number once again.

Just as I expected, it went right to voicemail.

I don't know why she would ignore me.

And, I also don't know I keep trying so hard.

Fixing some coffee, I dress and head out the door.

With my head held high, I walk out and make way to the ice cream truck.