The Godbrothers (1D Fiction)

7. Outted

*Camilla POV*

My heart was beating unsteadily and a strange electric feeling was pulsating in every nerve of my body.

Calm the fuck down, I told myself repeatedly but to no avail.

What did Niall want? I had to wonder. He did text me as I was about to send him a text. Weird how that happened. And he wanted to meet me in the lobby of my hotel.

So here I was in the nearly abandoned lobby of the very nice hotel, with the concierge as my only company. He looked at me suspiciously but said nothing. Maybe he thought I was a hooker, who knows. But in my American Apparel sweatshirt zipped and tied to the very top, and my dark jeans, I doubted that.

After a few minutes of me kicking my feet as I idly sat on the couch, I was considering climbing back into bed and reattempting the whole sleep thing. That was when I felt a pair of hands close over my eyes from behind.

“Guess who,” the Irish accent asked me.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, taking Niall’s hands off my face.

“Hi,” I greeted him once I turned around. “How are you?”

He nearly laughed at what must have been a ridiculously concerned expression on my face.

“Alright,” he said simply, seeming to want to leave it at that. But his gaze held mine as I tried to search further into his unreadable, but pretty, blue eyes. “Come on.”

I allowed him to grab my hand and lead me out of the hotel before asking, “Where are we going?”

“Walking,” he answered without missing a beat, throwing me a bright smile – the first one I had seen on him all night.

Walking? That hardly seemed like a good idea in the middle of the night, given his current notability and lack of a bodyguard. But who was I to judge the evening rituals of the Irishman. So I just shrugged and followed him.

Seeing that I wasn’t resisting anymore, Niall released my hand and walked beside me.

I had noticed how there seemed to just be a lack of personal space with the guys. There was always the constant touching, like the hand holding, and being very in your face. And it wasn’t just with me, it was with each other too. I just assumed it was a European thing.

Not that I minded, most of the time. I only needed to keep in mind that they, especially Harry, acted like that towards everyone and I was nothing special.

I stole a glance at Niall, strolling by my side, and saw that he was deep in thought, staring absentmindedly ahead of us.

London was beautiful at night. I hadn’t imagined it to be so lit and alive. There were plenty of people still walking about, mostly close to the water. It reminded me, only slightly, of home back in Los Angeles… only it was much more peaceful here.

Niall pulled his hood further over his head, which was also covered in a dark blue snapback. His hair was pushed back into it, probably so not to be recognized by his blonde quiff. We also seemed to be avoiding the water, where most of the people seemed to be. Tourists, like me, most likely.

It was a long time before Niall finally spoke – we had walked at least five blocks – and when he did, it was quite unexpected.

“There’s this girl,” he blurted out, seeming to surprise even himself as a blush bloomed in his pale cheeks.

Suddenly my heart was beating quicker again, and I was all too aware of my actions. So there was a girl. Liam had been wrong. Or… no, I caught my own wandering thoughts.