Black And White : A Niall Horan Fanfiction

7.

When I walk out the bathroom the room is empty. Even Liv was gone. There was the key to our hotel room and a small bit of paper on the bed. I immediately notice Liv's curly writing. We went to their hotel room, hope you don't mind. Niall's waiting for u in the hallway. He said he wanted to go for a walk with u!!!! Love you x

My heart skipped a beat when I read that Niall wanted to take a walk with me. This was fucking Niall Horan from one direction.

I chucked the hoodie and shorts that I'd been wearing before onto the bed. I'd give them back later. My hands snatched Liv's black ugg boots out her pink suitcase. They were the comfiest shoes in the world and she barely let me wear them so I figured while she wasn't here I might as well borrow them. They didn't look very good with my joggers but I wasn't trying to impress anyone so I didn't stress to much about it.

I pulled the door open and walked into the hallway. My eyes scanned the thin corridor for a blonde man and I spotted him. He stood by the tall window at the end of the hallway. His body was leant against the wall slightly and his hands dangled by his sides. He looked peaceful.

I walked over to him and he turned around, "Hey. Liv said you wanted to take a walk with me. Well um...she didn't exactly tell me. It was more like...a err...note."

What the hell Lily?! I said to myself. For some reason, I felt nervous around Niall. Like I didn't want to say the wrong thing to make him upset or annoyed or angry. I'd never felt like that before.

My fingers started picking at the skin by my nails like they do when I get nervous.

"Yeah, I hope thats OK," Niall said rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed a little nervous too but he hid it well.

"It's fine. I've never been to New York before though so I don't really know any where to go," I told him as we headed towards the stairs.

"I've never been either. Oh well, I guess we'll just see what happens," he smiles.

I feel his eyes on me as we walk out into the street. The cold air hits my bare arms like a hundred knives. I shiver and hold my arms close to my body. I had forgotten that it was November so I'd left my jacket in the hotel room.

"Here, take this," Niall holds out a grey, zip-up hoodie to me. I hadn't realised until now that he had been wearing a hoodie and a jacket.

I reach my arms out and take the hoodie from him. I put it on quickly and can't help but smell Niall's beautiful, sweet scent on the hoodie.

Beautiful? No Lily, his scent isn't beautiful, it's just like any other man's.

Except, it wasn't like other men's. It was unique and beautiful and sweet. His scent alone made me feel warm.

I shook my head I get the thought out of my mind and followed Niall down the busy streets of NYC.