Running After You

The morning was awkward, though I knew Niall only remembered the part about Naomi. He looked like a lovesick, depressed puppy; and it killed me.

We had sat down at a local breakfast eatery just a few minutes from the hotel.
"I was thinking," I said, hoping not to scare him with my cautious tone, "I think it would be best if I left your little road trip. I'd give you my car, I'll just find a small flat somewhere, and then..." I shrugged, but Niall looked at me like I'd grown two additional frog heads and was doing the Macarena.

"I, uh.." I trailed off, getting lost in his ghostly gray/blue eyes. They were the prettiest thing you'd ever saw.

"No," he stated. I furrowed my eyebrows. "We're in this together, yeah?" I frowned, then put on my best fake smile.

"Yeah, uh, of course."

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I had said my goodbye to Zayn, and we packed up the car with our luggage and junk. Niall still wasn't fond of him, though.

"So, we're now going to … where, exactly?" I questioned him. Niall put on a smile, like it was Christmas and he'd gotten his favorite toy.

"A friend of mine in Cheshire. We'll stay a his house for a while," he said, then looked over at me. "Is that okay?"

"Um, yeah, I guess. It's your goose chase, not mine." He frowned, but started up the car again and onto the highway.

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