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The white words on the black background floated by to the sound of a score from the movie. The credits had just begun as Niall glanced at his watch. The hour hand rested on the 12 and the minute hand stood just past the 3. It was a few minutes after midnight. There time together became shorter with every time the second hand ticked to the next mark. Niall sighed quietly. Marygrace looked up at him.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t you like the movie?” she asked sounding sad. She had been sure that he would’ve loved her choice in movie, but wasn’t so sure anymore.
“No, of course I loved it!” he said making her smile. “It’s just that it’s already past midnight. What time do you have to be home by again?” he said needing a reminder.
“Two AM,” she said matter-of-factly. That meant that she would likely have to catch a train in an hour or so. Niall quickly decided that instead of walking to the train this time around, especially with all the pictures having been leaked, they’d take a cab. It was snowing hard and heavily at that point anyway, which would have made it very difficult and annoying to walk all the way to Penn Station. Niall nodded acknowledging what she’d said, but still stuck in thought. He felt the warmth of Marygrace’s soft skin leaning on his shoulder, the fabric of her sweater brushing up against him, felt her sigh as she, too drifted into silent thought. They were both startled when a hard knock on the room door echoed throughout the suite. Niall got up to check who had knocked while Marygrace sat watching him. He checked through the looking glass in the center of the wood to make sure that no unwanted paparazzi or crazed fans were waiting at the door. To Niall’s dismay, it was Paul, looking angry as ever. Niall unlocked the door, bracing himself for what was to come.
“Niall, We need to have a talk,” Paul said with a red angry expression. Niall could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. “Alone.” he said assertively, glancing behind Niall at the simply beautiful blonde lounging on the couch. Marygrace heard what he’d said, but didn’t want to eavesdrop, so she tried not to look like she was paying attention knowing Niall was in enough trouble already.
“Marygrace, I have to talk to Paul a second, do you think you’ll be okay here for a minute?” Niall said, not wanting to leave her. As if on cue, Niall spotted Harry and Jessica walking down the hallway, arms linked together. Harry had a dazzling smile on his face.
“Hey!” Harry said to Niall. “We decided to head back, the snow is really picking up now and there’s a blizzard warning,” Harry said slowly. Niall smiled after getting an idea.
“Okay! Paul wanted to talk to me for a second. I’m glad you’re back, I didn’t want to leave Marygrace in the hotel room by herself anyway,” Niall said smiling to hide his nerves. He was hoping that Paul wouldn’t be too upset with him.
“I have to run to my room for a few minutes, it’s just down the hall. You and Marygrace can stay here for a bit, right?” Harry said placing a hand on Jessica’s arm and looking directly into her eyes. Jessica nodded with a smile while Paul gestured Niall to come to his room. Niall waved a temporary goodbye to everyone as he and Paul headed down the hall. Harry walked down the hall, pulling his key card from his pocket and entering his hotel room. Jessie walked into Niall’s room, shutting the door and joining Marygrace on the couch. She kicked off her heals and tucked her legs beneath her, politely smoothing out her dress.
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