After we sat there for a while most of us left. I'm not sure where they went afterwards the meteor shower Zayn went to another hotel -not the one where they'd actually stay at- as well as the others, I believe. No one named a reason but Harry probably told them to leave Wilma and him alone.
So the only ones left are Niall and I. I was pretty tired already but Niall wanted to stay here and asked me if I would want to join him. I agreed and now we're sitting here in the sand, which is now cold, staring into the sky, with our toes in the cold water.
I'm not really sure why I decided to stay here as well. Wilma and I don't have to work tomorrow but also sleep isn't something I could get enough from. I would never be tired of sleep! Oh, Nice pun, right?, I think to myself and want to giggle but it's more like a yawn.
I should really stop thinking about weird stuff like that! But as Niall doesn't say anything and I also don't feel like talking anyway- I've got plenty of time to think about all that.
"Are you tired?", Niall asks, after I yawned again and destroies my thoughts. I shake my head: "No way! I just wanted to catch some flies with my mouth cause I'm so hungry!...", I look at him all serious.
He raises his eyebrows, then shakes his head: "Well if you're hungry, we-", oh dammit! No one ever gets my sarcasm!, I think to myself and forget to listen at what Niall's talking about, "-or a hotel!?", I hear the end of his sentence or question... or whatever he just said.
I just nod my head as I don't really want him to repeat all that again. "Sounds great!", I add, not even knowing what I just called great. "Uhm...okay!?", Niall hesitates to say and makes me think I just said something wrong. But he just didn't expect that answer: "Okay then... let's go and find one!?", he's insecure -like me- but I guess my answer kind of matched the question, even though I don't have a clue what we're searching now.
I simply follow him and we don't talk at all. But still Niall seems to be kind of nervous because he's shaking a little tiny bit... or his he just cold?
"Where are we even going?", I finally manage to ask. He hunches his shoulders but his face looks like he's really sorry... no clue why.
"I actually don't know! You know how bad I am at finding what I'm looking for... well most of the time...", his voice gets quieter when he reaches the end of the sentence and he looks at me, smiling shyly. I raise my eyebrow, again not having a clue what he's talking about.
Does tiredness make people stupid?!
"Do you know where there's a hotel here?", he asks and somehow changes the topic.
Oh, now I got it! We're searching for a hotel!? "No, I don't!", I smile as I have to think about how the boys needed ages to find the beach, "but maybe we should try it there!?", I say jokingly and point at a hotel sign. Niall's making a facepalm-impression, which makes me laugh and him raise his eyebrow as he doesn't know what I'm laughing about.
We walk up to that hotel and when we finally stand in front of it my eyes widen. It's a five star hotel! I sigh: "Let's search for another one!", I want to walk away but he grabs my arm: "No!", he simply says and suddenly doesn't seem to be nervous at all anymore. "Let's stay here!", Niall says quietly but I shake my head.
"No, Niall! Can't you see? 5 stars!? I can't pay for this! Wilma and I are staying at a hostel at the moment. How much money do you think I have?!", I half-scream but he doesn't answer. .. It was a rhetorical question anyway!... I'm about to say something else when he interrupts me: "I will pay that for you!", he says and pulls me into that 24/7 open hotel so that I can't say anything against it anymore.
The hotel isn't as big as expected. It's pretty modern, which I like. Niall asks the 'hotel-service-man' if there's a room for us. ...Did I really just say 'hotel-service-man'?! Goddammit, Annika! I should really upgrade my vocabulary! Concierge? No! Wrong one! Portier!? No! german... or french... whatever! Janitor!? Nope! That's not that guy's job! Staff member!? yeah! he asked the staff member!, I think to myself being all proud I figured out a word that kind of matches this guy.
"There's exactly one room left!", Niall says when he suddenly comes back.
Niall's P.O.V.
"There's exactly one room left!", I say.
Lie.
She nods: "What kind of room?" "That one with just a kingsize bed in it", I explain.
Lie.
She nods again: "Let's go then!?" Did she really not realize I lied or is she just acting like that? I'm actually a really bad liar but she follows me to the room and enters it right behind me.
There were other rooms as well but I just... I'm not even sure why I decided to lie so that we 'have' to take this room but she doesn't seem to find that bad anyway...
Annika's P.O.V.
I know he lied! I'm not sure why, though. But I know he did. He's such a bad liar!, I think to myself and giggle, thinking about the fact that he probably doesn't know that, what I also find kind of cute.
As soon as we entered the room I'm not tired at all anymore and it seems to be the same with little Nialler here. And when I say 'little' I actually mean it. If I got this right -from all these magazines and websites I read- Niall's definitely taller than me... by one centimeter.
I've always imagined the guy to be taller than the girl and I'm not that tall anyway. And now I'm standing right in front of him. I'm not actually sure why... As we're both nearly the same size I can look him into his wonderful eyes, perfectly. Stare at his gorgeous lips. I could run my hands through his messy blonde hair but I don't. I think this would be a little too awkward! Even for me!
And again I stare at his lips. Then his eyes. But as soon as we look each other right into the eyes his eyes discover my lips. I close my eyes, then take a deep breath and open them again. I can see Niall moving closer.
I sigh and suddenly run my fingers through his hair. Couldn't stand it any longer. He looks me right into the eyes again which makes me get goose bumps a little. "Sorry!", I mouth as I think he doesn't like the fact that I'm messing up his hair even more but he simply shakes his head and moves even closer. The whole situation is getting awkward.
When he's only a centimeter away I start to panic and just hug him. He raises his eyebrow, I believe but hugs me back. He probably didn't expect that but me neither! Well actually I expected nothing at all. This was just too unreal for me. "Uhm Nialler!?", I ask after we were standing there for quite a long time. Still hugging.
"Yeah!?", he replies. Great! At least I now know he didn't fall asleep on my shoulder. "Are you tired?", he asks and I shake my head which isn't as easy as I thought it would be with Niall's head on my shoulder. "Me neither!", he answers and stops hugging me.
"Do you want to go down to the bar?", he asks. "Nah. Not really! ", I quickly answer, "Bar mostly means alcohol and I don't like alcohol at all", I explain to him. "Why not? Do you only have one kidney like Liam?"
"No. I just don't like its taste!" He nods his head.
"What if I'd show you a drink that doesn't taste like all the others?", he asks grinning and winks at me. "I guess I'd try. Well actually I'd like to drink. Because I'm always the only one who's not drinking anything and they all kind of try to force me to do it and so on..."
"I won't force you. But I could bet you'll like it so we could change that!", he says laughing, takes my hand and walks down to the hotelbar with me. "I don't really believe you, that I'll like it...", I say and he turns around and stops: "You should!", he says winking, "Now come on! This will be fun!"
I should've known better.
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sixteenth chapter --->
So the only ones left are Niall and I. I was pretty tired already but Niall wanted to stay here and asked me if I would want to join him. I agreed and now we're sitting here in the sand, which is now cold, staring into the sky, with our toes in the cold water.
I'm not really sure why I decided to stay here as well. Wilma and I don't have to work tomorrow but also sleep isn't something I could get enough from. I would never be tired of sleep! Oh, Nice pun, right?, I think to myself and want to giggle but it's more like a yawn.
I should really stop thinking about weird stuff like that! But as Niall doesn't say anything and I also don't feel like talking anyway- I've got plenty of time to think about all that.
"Are you tired?", Niall asks, after I yawned again and destroies my thoughts. I shake my head: "No way! I just wanted to catch some flies with my mouth cause I'm so hungry!...", I look at him all serious.
He raises his eyebrows, then shakes his head: "Well if you're hungry, we-", oh dammit! No one ever gets my sarcasm!, I think to myself and forget to listen at what Niall's talking about, "-or a hotel!?", I hear the end of his sentence or question... or whatever he just said.
I just nod my head as I don't really want him to repeat all that again. "Sounds great!", I add, not even knowing what I just called great. "Uhm...okay!?", Niall hesitates to say and makes me think I just said something wrong. But he just didn't expect that answer: "Okay then... let's go and find one!?", he's insecure -like me- but I guess my answer kind of matched the question, even though I don't have a clue what we're searching now.
I simply follow him and we don't talk at all. But still Niall seems to be kind of nervous because he's shaking a little tiny bit... or his he just cold?
"Where are we even going?", I finally manage to ask. He hunches his shoulders but his face looks like he's really sorry... no clue why.
"I actually don't know! You know how bad I am at finding what I'm looking for... well most of the time...", his voice gets quieter when he reaches the end of the sentence and he looks at me, smiling shyly. I raise my eyebrow, again not having a clue what he's talking about.
Does tiredness make people stupid?!
"Do you know where there's a hotel here?", he asks and somehow changes the topic.
Oh, now I got it! We're searching for a hotel!? "No, I don't!", I smile as I have to think about how the boys needed ages to find the beach, "but maybe we should try it there!?", I say jokingly and point at a hotel sign. Niall's making a facepalm-impression, which makes me laugh and him raise his eyebrow as he doesn't know what I'm laughing about.
We walk up to that hotel and when we finally stand in front of it my eyes widen. It's a five star hotel! I sigh: "Let's search for another one!", I want to walk away but he grabs my arm: "No!", he simply says and suddenly doesn't seem to be nervous at all anymore. "Let's stay here!", Niall says quietly but I shake my head.
"No, Niall! Can't you see? 5 stars!? I can't pay for this! Wilma and I are staying at a hostel at the moment. How much money do you think I have?!", I half-scream but he doesn't answer. .. It was a rhetorical question anyway!... I'm about to say something else when he interrupts me: "I will pay that for you!", he says and pulls me into that 24/7 open hotel so that I can't say anything against it anymore.
The hotel isn't as big as expected. It's pretty modern, which I like. Niall asks the 'hotel-service-man' if there's a room for us. ...Did I really just say 'hotel-service-man'?! Goddammit, Annika! I should really upgrade my vocabulary! Concierge? No! Wrong one! Portier!? No! german... or french... whatever! Janitor!? Nope! That's not that guy's job! Staff member!? yeah! he asked the staff member!, I think to myself being all proud I figured out a word that kind of matches this guy.
"There's exactly one room left!", Niall says when he suddenly comes back.
Niall's P.O.V.
"There's exactly one room left!", I say.
Lie.
She nods: "What kind of room?" "That one with just a kingsize bed in it", I explain.
Lie.
She nods again: "Let's go then!?" Did she really not realize I lied or is she just acting like that? I'm actually a really bad liar but she follows me to the room and enters it right behind me.
There were other rooms as well but I just... I'm not even sure why I decided to lie so that we 'have' to take this room but she doesn't seem to find that bad anyway...
Annika's P.O.V.
I know he lied! I'm not sure why, though. But I know he did. He's such a bad liar!, I think to myself and giggle, thinking about the fact that he probably doesn't know that, what I also find kind of cute.
As soon as we entered the room I'm not tired at all anymore and it seems to be the same with little Nialler here. And when I say 'little' I actually mean it. If I got this right -from all these magazines and websites I read- Niall's definitely taller than me... by one centimeter.
I've always imagined the guy to be taller than the girl and I'm not that tall anyway. And now I'm standing right in front of him. I'm not actually sure why... As we're both nearly the same size I can look him into his wonderful eyes, perfectly. Stare at his gorgeous lips. I could run my hands through his messy blonde hair but I don't. I think this would be a little too awkward! Even for me!
And again I stare at his lips. Then his eyes. But as soon as we look each other right into the eyes his eyes discover my lips. I close my eyes, then take a deep breath and open them again. I can see Niall moving closer.
I sigh and suddenly run my fingers through his hair. Couldn't stand it any longer. He looks me right into the eyes again which makes me get goose bumps a little. "Sorry!", I mouth as I think he doesn't like the fact that I'm messing up his hair even more but he simply shakes his head and moves even closer. The whole situation is getting awkward.
When he's only a centimeter away I start to panic and just hug him. He raises his eyebrow, I believe but hugs me back. He probably didn't expect that but me neither! Well actually I expected nothing at all. This was just too unreal for me. "Uhm Nialler!?", I ask after we were standing there for quite a long time. Still hugging.
"Yeah!?", he replies. Great! At least I now know he didn't fall asleep on my shoulder. "Are you tired?", he asks and I shake my head which isn't as easy as I thought it would be with Niall's head on my shoulder. "Me neither!", he answers and stops hugging me.
"Do you want to go down to the bar?", he asks. "Nah. Not really! ", I quickly answer, "Bar mostly means alcohol and I don't like alcohol at all", I explain to him. "Why not? Do you only have one kidney like Liam?"
"No. I just don't like its taste!" He nods his head.
"What if I'd show you a drink that doesn't taste like all the others?", he asks grinning and winks at me. "I guess I'd try. Well actually I'd like to drink. Because I'm always the only one who's not drinking anything and they all kind of try to force me to do it and so on..."
"I won't force you. But I could bet you'll like it so we could change that!", he says laughing, takes my hand and walks down to the hotelbar with me. "I don't really believe you, that I'll like it...", I say and he turns around and stops: "You should!", he says winking, "Now come on! This will be fun!"
I should've known better.
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sixteenth chapter --->