11:11 - Niall Horan Fanfiction

Part 11

Part 11 

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

Josh finally stops in front of his own apartment, which isn’t far from the restaurant.

You groan, “why couldn’t we take the limo here?”

“Because, a walk in the moonlight is pretty romantic isn’t it?” he tickles your sides lightly and you squeal.

“Sure Josh, not when my feet are killing me in these heels.” you whine again, snaking your fingers around his.

“Shh,” he leisurely unlocks the door and takes your hand as he tramples up the apartment stairs. His small flat was one of the nicest you’ve seen. You always enjoyed spending your time here, studying, relaxing, it was perfect.

He finally inserts the key into his door, number 4C. He leads you into the darkness and you search for the light switch. But before you can flick it on, a hand stops you. You gasp as Josh’s lips smash into your own but faintly smile.

He kisses you passionately, smiling under the kiss, pulling you closer. He slowly runs his hand through your hair and you pull away slightly, “what was that for?” you whisper, wrapping both of your arms around his neck.

“I have a surprise for you.” he retorts, and you can tell he’s smiling, even in the darkness. You feel his hot breath against your lips again as he leans in to peck you on the lips one last time.

Suddenly, the entire room is engulfed in the light. You squint your eyes, turning away from the brightness.

Slowly, your eyes adjust to the light and you gasp at the sight before you. You scan the room and cross your arms over your chest, turning back to Josh.

“Huh?” you question, prodding him to explain.

The entire flat is empty, the large sofa that once sat a couple feet from you is now gone, the printed carpet that once lined the floor is now rolled up beside the door. Everything is, gone? Boxes are piled on one another in the middle of the living room.

He laughs, “I knew you were going to say that,” he winks, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. He presses his lips to your cheek and tangles his fingers in your curls.

You laugh, “so what’s the surprise?” you prompt him to tell you, still puzzled.

He sighs a long, hearty sigh, “fine, I’ll tell you. I’m going to America!” he grins, his excitement evitable.

“Huh?” you say again, you can feel your heart pick up speed.

“Britt, I’m moving to America for a few months.” he explains, but you find yourself equally as confused.

“Why?” you find yourself stuttering, completely perplexed.

He envelops you into a tight hug. “Why?” he repeats, “I got an offer!” he almost shouts, “for a band, I auditioned months ago and they loved me. They want me to move to America for a few months before the tour kicks off. This is the band’s second time touring there and they think I might need a few months to get to know the boys first.” he grins again.