JULIAS POV
-3 months later-
I had just finished unpacking the last box of my stuff into my new apartment. I sighed, very tired from spending my whole day unpacking all alone.
Niall and the boys were on their worldwide tour which started about a month ago, and they would be returning home within a few days. Niall said he would call me once a day and at first he did but then our daily calls turn into daily texts which slowly turned into nothing. I had very low self-esteem because I had convinced myself that Niall had completely forgotten about me.
I had gotten my casts off my arm and leg about a month after Niall and I started dating. We got serious really quickly, we told each other we loved the other about a week later. We had planned on moving with each other soon after the tour ended but I was angry at him for not calling me. I knew they were busy but a two minute phone call before bed wouldn't affect him.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. My phone was charging on the island in the middle of the kitchen. I sat down, picked up my phone, and logged onto Twitter.
'Niall Horan @NiallOfficial- "Early flight back home. Can't wait to see my beautiful gf @JuliaS xx."'
So he had time to tweet about me but not actually call me!? I was so angry at him.
All of a sudden my phone started vibrating. I looked at the Caller ID and as soon as I saw who it was i felt a little bit guilty.
I answered the phone. "Hello?" I said, almost unemotional.
"Julia? Is that you?" I hear an Irish accent ask.
"The one and only." I say with a little more emotion, hearing my boyfriends adorable accent.
"It's Niall." He says.
I giggle, "I know! Sorry I'm just tired. I've been unpacking all day." I said, sighing.
"Unpacking from what?" Niall asked. Shoot. That did NOT just happen.
"Um, I bought an apartment..." I whispered.
"What!? I thought we were moving in together! What happened to that!?" Niall yelled into the phone. He sounded so hurt. I started to tear up.
"I thought you forgot about me." I sniffled, a tear running down my face.
"Baby, I could never do that. I love you." Niall said.
"I love you too, Niall." I said, smiling. "When will you come home?"
"We're taking off right now." He said.
"Really!? I mean, I saw your tweet but I thought that would mean you would be leaving LA tomorrow." I said happily.
"Nope, I should get going though. I'm pretty tired. But I'll see you in 18 hours beautiful." Niall said in his amazing Irish accent.
"Okay, I'll text you the apartment address. Goodnight Niall, I love you."
"Love you too baby." Niall said, hanging up.
I quickly text Niall my address, then I turned off my phone. I put my glass into the sink and checked the time. It was 9:30pm. I was pretty tired from unpacking, so I decided to change into pajamas and go to bed.
I climbed into bed, pulled my blankets over me and shut off the light on my bedside table. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep.
-THE NEXT DAY-
I woke up to the sound of someone repeatedly ringing the doorbell.
"What the hell?" I mumble as I climbed out of bed and grabbed my robe and held it around me. I was still half asleep and highly annoyed at whoever was STILL ringing my doorbell.
I finally reach the door and unlock it then open it to see 5 boys with the biggest smiles on their faces.
"JULIA!" They all scream and run over to me in a group hug.
"Hi." Was all I could manage to say, because I was still half asleep.
Niall put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Why didn't you answer my texts!? You had my worried sick!" He said before crashing his lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync for about 10 seconds before Zayn, Harry, Louis, and even Liam coughed very loudly.
"Chill Niall, I was sleeping." I said, rolling my eyes at the boys and they smiled at me.
"But it's, 6:30pm... Have you been sleeping all day?" Harry asked, checking his watch.
"Yeah, I'm still really tired too. That's so weird." I said, yawning.
Niall suddenly looked worried. He put his hand on my forehead. "Oh my God! Julia you're burning up!."
Everyone got really worried.
"Go lay on the couch." Liam instructed.
"Yes Mum." I said, yawning my way over to the couch.
Liam went into the kitchen and grabbed a thermometer. He came over and stuck it in my mouth. After a minute we all heard a beep. Liam took it and look at my temperature.
"You have a fever of 101 degrees." He said. "I think you should go get some rest. We'll be here when you wake up don' worry."
"Okay. Night guys." I said and with that I was off to bed.
