I propped myself onto the hammock which was sat outside on the balcony looking out into the beautiful and breath taking city of New York.
While Niall was in a meeting I decided to order myself some toast, and orange juice. And might I mention it was the best decision I've made all day. I had also gone to the store the hotel had and bought myself a copy of 'Paper Planes' the last time I read that book I was in 10th grade. It wasn't long ago but it still brings back memories.
I sat in the balcony with my book in one hand and a second cup of orange juice from the morning.
-Knock-
I huffed and placed my book onto the table. Sluggishly walking up to the door.
-More Aggressive Knock-
"Jesus Christ." I murmured as I was a brown haired middle aged man.
"Who are you." the mysterious and rude man spoke.
"Chels-" I tried to speak.
"You know what I don't give a fuck. Where's Horan?" The man breathlessly growled.
His breath smelt like both alcohol and a rotten egg.
"If you don't mind I am going to go back to reading a rather intriguing book while you and your rude manners figure out your own life." I tried slammed to slam the door but his old dirty shoes stopped me.
"I said I wanted to see HORAN!" He spat onto my face making me gag.
"Okay. You know what. Take you and your dirty smelling mouth out of my room and fuck off yeah MATE?"
The man smirked as the words mate came out of my mouth.
"You are Nialls girl. He always saying mate. Now where is he?"
"I don't know." I frantically waved my arms in his face.
"Who are you?" I added.
"I'm his trainer. And I want you to get your fucking shit and leave Niall alone. FOREVER. Because of you he has missed a lot of practice and I need him to be sharp." He growled once again.
"If you're his trainer why are you so dirty." I sassily asked.
"Well some of us have jobs. And some of us go do shit without depending on our fuck buddy to pay for our shit!" His yells echoed into the corridors.
"What the Fuck is wrong with you James!" Nialls tick Irish accent echoed. He shoved his trainer onto the wall.
"Ah Niall. I was just telling your girlfriend how lovely you are." James lied.
"Fuck off James." Niall released him and walked into the room. I turned my body as I slammed the door into James face.
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Claiming Season
FanfictionSummary: In West Shore High you have the misfits and the saints as the staff likes to call them. To the teenagers they were simply the punk rockers and the flower children. Then there are people like Chelsea Santana who are the neutrals, the in-betw...
