Drama
Chapter 19: Summer Days
Leila's P.O.V.
The scent of salt water fills my nose as my senses slowly come back into reality. My eyes flutter open to reveal a gorgeous guy with his arms around me, a view of the sparkling blue ocean, and a clear, light blue sky with the accent of the sun. I inhale a deep breath before untangling myself from Niall’s arms, hoping not to disturb him, but the opposite happens (as it usually does for me) and his blue eyes open to see me sit up. The taste of the ocean water is still distinct in my mouth, so I reach over and dig out a Nutella To Go, along with my water bottle.
“Hungry?” Niall asks as I rip open the little Nutella pack forcefully.
“A little. I still have the taste of salt water in my mouth that I want to get rid of,” I answer, dipping one of the breadsticks into the Nutella and popping it into my mouth.
“Hey, aren’t you forgetting someone?” he playfully questions, pointing at himself. I roll my eyes and dip another breadstick in the Nutella, reaching over and feeding it to Niall, whose mouth is wide open. He chews and swallows in a split second, opening his mouth in record time for me to feed him another one. Damn, can that boy eat.
Suddenly, a young teenage boy, around the age of 12-13, rushes over to us with an expensive camera, snapping pictures like there’s no tomorrow. He must’ve captured at least 20 pictures in a few seconds before running away, but Niall calls after him.
“Hey, you!” he yells. The boy doesn’t stop running, so Niall gets up and chases after him. Niall’s height is a good foot above the young boy, causing him to be faster and catch up to him easier because of his long legs.
The boy finally stops and they have a short conversation. I can’t hear what they are saying, but both of them eventually walk back to me and our area.
“Delete the pictures first, I want to make sure of that,” Niall demands, facing the young boy.
“Well, I want to make sure I get my money first,” the boy shoots back.
“Leila, go into my sweatshirt pocket and grab my wallet,” Niall tells me, not taking his eyes off of the boy. I do as I’m told and dig around in Niall’s sweatshirt until I find a brown, leather wallet.
“Look in the back. There should be a $100 bill,” Niall says to me. I open it up and see a lot of different kinds of money, three different currencies, to be exact: pounds, Euros, and dollars. I flip through the paper money and sure enough, there is a $100 bill. I take it out and hold it up.
“See? That will be yours when you delete the pictures,” Niall presses. The boy reluctantly agrees and permanently erases the pictures he took of us under Niall’s glare.
When he’s all finished and Niall double checks the memory card, he takes the $100 dollar bill out of my hands and gives it to the boy.
“Now, run along, or you’ll be hearing much more from me,” Niall spits. The boy races across the sand and out of our sight, Niall turning around to me once he’s gone.
“Let’s get out of here. There’s no point in staying when we know there are paps around,” Niall sighs.
He begins to collect his things and I do the same, quickly and quietly. We both cover up our identities and walk the length of the beach until we’re in the parking lot. Nothing seems suspicious, so we start strolling up to the main road where people are bustling about. Niall pulls out his phone and calls his friend to come pick us up, and after he’s done on the phone, he takes my hand and we try to make the best of the moment, engaging ourselves in conversation and laughter.
About 15 minutes later, we find ourselves at a small park and wait on a bench until his friend pulls up, which happens not even 5 minutes after we sit down.
“Well, so much for relaxing now,” I joke, getting up and following Niall to the car.
He opens the car door for me like the gentleman he is and I crawl inside, him sliding in next to me swiftly while pulling the door closed. I stuff my bag by my feet and cuddle next to Niall, and I’m realizing that we do that so frequently, but every time his arms aren’t around me, I want them to be. He’s becoming my addiction, let alone my savior, too. There are so many things he is to me that I could go on and on.
His friend begins driving down roads that I’m not familiar with, and I start to panic. Where is he taking us?
“Niall, where are we going?” I ask, thinking we were heading to my apartment.
“We’re going to my uncle’s house. Didn’t I tell you that?” he responds.
“Niall, if you would have told me, I wouldn’t be asking you,” I sarcastically reply, a smile playing on my lips.
“Well, sometimes people forget,” he shrugs, keeping the mood light.
“You do remember I’m an actress and I memorize 45 minutes worth of a show in one week,” I challenge.
“Ok, ok, you don’t have to go too in depth about it!” Niall chuckles. “You’ve made your point!”
“Sorry,” I quietly apologize, realizing I’m overdoing it. Why do I do this to myself?
“You’re still adorable,” Niall whispers in my ear. My face breaks out into a wide grin as Niall squeezes me a little bit. Actually, he’s the adorable one.
Niall’s friend drives into a small subdivision on the outskirts of L.A. As he pulls up into the driveway of a white and brown mediocre house, the tall skyscrapers that just kiss the sky are visible in the distance, giving us an amazing view.
“Wow,” I breathe, admiring the view as Niall opens the door and climbs out.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Niall adds, helping me out.
“No kidding,” I say, making sure to grab my bag before following Niall’s lead.
Niall leans back in and thanks his friend, pulling back out and watching him descend the driveway and drive off. Niall turns back around and takes my hand, leading me towards the house.
“So this is where you live,” I begin.
“Well, me and my uncle,” he corrects.
“I imagined it would be bigger,” I say, trying not to sound modest. Niall raises his eyebrows at me.
“I mean, you’re both really…you know, rich,” I spit out.
“Just because we’re rich doesn’t mean we need a big house,” he answers back, unlocking the front door as we reach it.
“And besides, a smaller house is more comfortable and cozy,” Niall adds. He opens the door and motions for me to enter first. I do and he follows behind me.
We walk inside and he’s right; it looks cozy. The front door leads into a hallway, which we are currently standing in. To my left, there’s a small family room and to my right, a staircase leading to a second floor. The hallway leads us to the kitchen connecting a dining room and a bigger living room, which looks as if that’s the room they typically use.
“Wow, you’re right,” I admit, sliding my flip flops off of my feet and into the coat closet Niall’s setting his stuff in.
“See?” he asserts. I roll my eyes and playfully shove him.
“All right, you hungry?” he asks, walking down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“Yeah, starving,” I answer, realizing I haven’t eaten a meal since this morning.
“What would you like?” Niall questions me again, looking around.
“I don’t know, what do you have here?”
“Let’s see…” Niall continues searching the cabinets while I take a seat on the stool near the counter.
“How about hamburgers?” he suggests, digging out the meat.
“Sure, why not,” I respond, giving him a smile.
“Sweet,” he replies, returning the grin. He pulls out everything needed and warms up the patties.
“Hey, don’t you have to grill those?” I ask him as he sets them in the microwave.
“My uncle and I grilled some last night, these are leftovers,” he answers, punching in the numbers.
“Ah, gotcha,” I nod.
“Are you going to make me do all the work?” Niall questions, looking at me sitting at the counter.
“Yeah,” I flatly answer.
“Oh really now?” he responds, giving me a look.
“Not this again,” I groan, rolling my eyes. Niall sighs.
“Alright, I’ll make them,” he replies, turning back around to take the patties out of the microwave.
I watch Niall as he prepares our dinner. He really is the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet, and I’m still in shock as to how I exactly got him, considering I never get this lucky. He makes me feel so happy all the time and every day I can’t wait to see his perfect face with those perfect blue eyes and perfect white smile. He’s just flawless, something that’s hard to find in guys these days. He’s so caring about others and puts them first instead of himself. He’s just…perfect.
“Leila?” Niall voices, waving his hands. I blink and shake my head, realizing I’m staring at him again like I did the first time we met.
“Sorry,” I apologize, looking away from him.
“I know, it’s hard to take your eyes away from this beauty,” he declares in a haughty attitude, flicking his invisible long hair out of his face. Remind you of someone?
I laugh and almost fall off of the stool, causing both me and Niall to burst out laughing even harder. I catch my breath as Niall focuses back on our dinner.
He didn’t have much left to prepare so he finishes quickly, sliding my plate across the counter to me. He swiftly moves throughout the kitchen to join me at the counter, claiming the stool as his own. We eat our food hungrily in silence, and our plates quickly become empty again, unlike our stomachs. Niall takes our dirty dishes and sets them in the sink once we’re done, and I realize I’m still in my swimsuit.
“Hey, Niall, I want to change out of my swimsuit. Where’s your bathroom?” I ask, sliding off of the stool.
“It’s in the hallway right next to the closet,” he answers, wiping down the counter with a wet cloth.
“Thank you,” I reply, walking across the floor and into the hallway. I open the closet door to retrieve my bag with my extra clothes and find the bathroom to change.
“When you’re done, come outside to the back,” Niall calls out before I hear the back patio door open and close.
As I change, I wonder what Niall’s got planned for us. I didn’t look out the back as we were eating or anything, so I don’t even know what kind of a view he has. I’m hoping it’s nothing physical, like a game or something. I just want to relax tonight.
I strip off my tankini and slip on my bra and underwear, putting on my shirt and shorts over it. After that, I glance in the mirror and my reflection somewhat horrifies me. My makeup is basically all over my face and my hair is sticking up in so many directions. I take out my brush and start combing out these snarls, resulting in a slight headache from how many tangles there are. My hair feels smooth and silky once I’m finished, and I use a towel on the rack to try and wipe some of the excess makeup off so I look decent, even though Niall’s been eyeing me like this all evening. I still want to look alright, and besides, there’s sand everywhere. The towel helps remove most of the sand grains off of my face, causing me to feel less disgusting. Sighing, I glimpse at myself one more time before exiting the bathroom and heading out to the back.
The scent of salt water fills my nose as my senses slowly come back into reality. My eyes flutter open to reveal a gorgeous guy with his arms around me, a view of the sparkling blue ocean, and a clear, light blue sky with the accent of the sun. I inhale a deep breath before untangling myself from Niall’s arms, hoping not to disturb him, but the opposite happens (as it usually does for me) and his blue eyes open to see me sit up. The taste of the ocean water is still distinct in my mouth, so I reach over and dig out a Nutella To Go, along with my water bottle.
“Hungry?” Niall asks as I rip open the little Nutella pack forcefully.
“A little. I still have the taste of salt water in my mouth that I want to get rid of,” I answer, dipping one of the breadsticks into the Nutella and popping it into my mouth.
“Hey, aren’t you forgetting someone?” he playfully questions, pointing at himself. I roll my eyes and dip another breadstick in the Nutella, reaching over and feeding it to Niall, whose mouth is wide open. He chews and swallows in a split second, opening his mouth in record time for me to feed him another one. Damn, can that boy eat.
Suddenly, a young teenage boy, around the age of 12-13, rushes over to us with an expensive camera, snapping pictures like there’s no tomorrow. He must’ve captured at least 20 pictures in a few seconds before running away, but Niall calls after him.
“Hey, you!” he yells. The boy doesn’t stop running, so Niall gets up and chases after him. Niall’s height is a good foot above the young boy, causing him to be faster and catch up to him easier because of his long legs.
The boy finally stops and they have a short conversation. I can’t hear what they are saying, but both of them eventually walk back to me and our area.
“Delete the pictures first, I want to make sure of that,” Niall demands, facing the young boy.
“Well, I want to make sure I get my money first,” the boy shoots back.
“Leila, go into my sweatshirt pocket and grab my wallet,” Niall tells me, not taking his eyes off of the boy. I do as I’m told and dig around in Niall’s sweatshirt until I find a brown, leather wallet.
“Look in the back. There should be a $100 bill,” Niall says to me. I open it up and see a lot of different kinds of money, three different currencies, to be exact: pounds, Euros, and dollars. I flip through the paper money and sure enough, there is a $100 bill. I take it out and hold it up.
“See? That will be yours when you delete the pictures,” Niall presses. The boy reluctantly agrees and permanently erases the pictures he took of us under Niall’s glare.
When he’s all finished and Niall double checks the memory card, he takes the $100 dollar bill out of my hands and gives it to the boy.
“Now, run along, or you’ll be hearing much more from me,” Niall spits. The boy races across the sand and out of our sight, Niall turning around to me once he’s gone.
“Let’s get out of here. There’s no point in staying when we know there are paps around,” Niall sighs.
He begins to collect his things and I do the same, quickly and quietly. We both cover up our identities and walk the length of the beach until we’re in the parking lot. Nothing seems suspicious, so we start strolling up to the main road where people are bustling about. Niall pulls out his phone and calls his friend to come pick us up, and after he’s done on the phone, he takes my hand and we try to make the best of the moment, engaging ourselves in conversation and laughter.
About 15 minutes later, we find ourselves at a small park and wait on a bench until his friend pulls up, which happens not even 5 minutes after we sit down.
“Well, so much for relaxing now,” I joke, getting up and following Niall to the car.
He opens the car door for me like the gentleman he is and I crawl inside, him sliding in next to me swiftly while pulling the door closed. I stuff my bag by my feet and cuddle next to Niall, and I’m realizing that we do that so frequently, but every time his arms aren’t around me, I want them to be. He’s becoming my addiction, let alone my savior, too. There are so many things he is to me that I could go on and on.
His friend begins driving down roads that I’m not familiar with, and I start to panic. Where is he taking us?
“Niall, where are we going?” I ask, thinking we were heading to my apartment.
“We’re going to my uncle’s house. Didn’t I tell you that?” he responds.
“Niall, if you would have told me, I wouldn’t be asking you,” I sarcastically reply, a smile playing on my lips.
“Well, sometimes people forget,” he shrugs, keeping the mood light.
“You do remember I’m an actress and I memorize 45 minutes worth of a show in one week,” I challenge.
“Ok, ok, you don’t have to go too in depth about it!” Niall chuckles. “You’ve made your point!”
“Sorry,” I quietly apologize, realizing I’m overdoing it. Why do I do this to myself?
“You’re still adorable,” Niall whispers in my ear. My face breaks out into a wide grin as Niall squeezes me a little bit. Actually, he’s the adorable one.
Niall’s friend drives into a small subdivision on the outskirts of L.A. As he pulls up into the driveway of a white and brown mediocre house, the tall skyscrapers that just kiss the sky are visible in the distance, giving us an amazing view.
“Wow,” I breathe, admiring the view as Niall opens the door and climbs out.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Niall adds, helping me out.
“No kidding,” I say, making sure to grab my bag before following Niall’s lead.
Niall leans back in and thanks his friend, pulling back out and watching him descend the driveway and drive off. Niall turns back around and takes my hand, leading me towards the house.
“So this is where you live,” I begin.
“Well, me and my uncle,” he corrects.
“I imagined it would be bigger,” I say, trying not to sound modest. Niall raises his eyebrows at me.
“I mean, you’re both really…you know, rich,” I spit out.
“Just because we’re rich doesn’t mean we need a big house,” he answers back, unlocking the front door as we reach it.
“And besides, a smaller house is more comfortable and cozy,” Niall adds. He opens the door and motions for me to enter first. I do and he follows behind me.
We walk inside and he’s right; it looks cozy. The front door leads into a hallway, which we are currently standing in. To my left, there’s a small family room and to my right, a staircase leading to a second floor. The hallway leads us to the kitchen connecting a dining room and a bigger living room, which looks as if that’s the room they typically use.
“Wow, you’re right,” I admit, sliding my flip flops off of my feet and into the coat closet Niall’s setting his stuff in.
“See?” he asserts. I roll my eyes and playfully shove him.
“All right, you hungry?” he asks, walking down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“Yeah, starving,” I answer, realizing I haven’t eaten a meal since this morning.
“What would you like?” Niall questions me again, looking around.
“I don’t know, what do you have here?”
“Let’s see…” Niall continues searching the cabinets while I take a seat on the stool near the counter.
“How about hamburgers?” he suggests, digging out the meat.
“Sure, why not,” I respond, giving him a smile.
“Sweet,” he replies, returning the grin. He pulls out everything needed and warms up the patties.
“Hey, don’t you have to grill those?” I ask him as he sets them in the microwave.
“My uncle and I grilled some last night, these are leftovers,” he answers, punching in the numbers.
“Ah, gotcha,” I nod.
“Are you going to make me do all the work?” Niall questions, looking at me sitting at the counter.
“Yeah,” I flatly answer.
“Oh really now?” he responds, giving me a look.
“Not this again,” I groan, rolling my eyes. Niall sighs.
“Alright, I’ll make them,” he replies, turning back around to take the patties out of the microwave.
I watch Niall as he prepares our dinner. He really is the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet, and I’m still in shock as to how I exactly got him, considering I never get this lucky. He makes me feel so happy all the time and every day I can’t wait to see his perfect face with those perfect blue eyes and perfect white smile. He’s just flawless, something that’s hard to find in guys these days. He’s so caring about others and puts them first instead of himself. He’s just…perfect.
“Leila?” Niall voices, waving his hands. I blink and shake my head, realizing I’m staring at him again like I did the first time we met.
“Sorry,” I apologize, looking away from him.
“I know, it’s hard to take your eyes away from this beauty,” he declares in a haughty attitude, flicking his invisible long hair out of his face. Remind you of someone?
I laugh and almost fall off of the stool, causing both me and Niall to burst out laughing even harder. I catch my breath as Niall focuses back on our dinner.
He didn’t have much left to prepare so he finishes quickly, sliding my plate across the counter to me. He swiftly moves throughout the kitchen to join me at the counter, claiming the stool as his own. We eat our food hungrily in silence, and our plates quickly become empty again, unlike our stomachs. Niall takes our dirty dishes and sets them in the sink once we’re done, and I realize I’m still in my swimsuit.
“Hey, Niall, I want to change out of my swimsuit. Where’s your bathroom?” I ask, sliding off of the stool.
“It’s in the hallway right next to the closet,” he answers, wiping down the counter with a wet cloth.
“Thank you,” I reply, walking across the floor and into the hallway. I open the closet door to retrieve my bag with my extra clothes and find the bathroom to change.
“When you’re done, come outside to the back,” Niall calls out before I hear the back patio door open and close.
As I change, I wonder what Niall’s got planned for us. I didn’t look out the back as we were eating or anything, so I don’t even know what kind of a view he has. I’m hoping it’s nothing physical, like a game or something. I just want to relax tonight.
I strip off my tankini and slip on my bra and underwear, putting on my shirt and shorts over it. After that, I glance in the mirror and my reflection somewhat horrifies me. My makeup is basically all over my face and my hair is sticking up in so many directions. I take out my brush and start combing out these snarls, resulting in a slight headache from how many tangles there are. My hair feels smooth and silky once I’m finished, and I use a towel on the rack to try and wipe some of the excess makeup off so I look decent, even though Niall’s been eyeing me like this all evening. I still want to look alright, and besides, there’s sand everywhere. The towel helps remove most of the sand grains off of my face, causing me to feel less disgusting. Sighing, I glimpse at myself one more time before exiting the bathroom and heading out to the back.
Notes
Nothing much to really say, except please keep sharing and reading! Yeah, not much...Rachel :)
Make a Sequel please.
9/13/14