《The Chase (Harry Styles)》Chapter 21
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CHAPTER 21
NIALLS POV
I was really glad I had walked into the room unnoticed and was able to hear all of the things Angie said. Gosh she was so sweet. I really thought that her and I were going to make a perfect couple. It finally seemed like everything was working out.
“Niall you all packed?” Liam asked me.
“Just about! What time do we leave?” I asked.
“We have to leave the hotel in 10 minutes, so hurry up.”
I stuffed everything into my bag, and then walked down to Angie’s room, and knocked on the door.
“Coming.” I heard her say.
She opened the door and smiled.
“Hey you ready? We’re just about to leave.” I said.
“Yupp! I’m so excited to go back to London.” She said.
I grabbed her suitcase from her, and carried hers, and I stuff to the tour bus.
“I could’ve helped you know.” She said laughing as we walked onto the bus.
“Nonsense.” I said winking at her.
I grabbed her by her waist and sat her down on my lap. “You look beautiful.” I said.
“Aww thanks Nialler.” She leaned her head back and kissed my cheek.
“PDA. God you guys, there are other people on the bus.” Harry said.
She quickly jumped off of my lap, and I could tell she was embarrassed. I mouthed “jerk.” To Harry and he laughed at me.
As soon as all of the boys were on the bus, we all sat in our own bunks on our phones.
“Hey how long are we on the bus until we reach the airport?” I asked.
“Actually boys, we’re here.”
We all cheered, and raced off of the bus. I grabbed Angie and pulled her closer to me, putting my arm around her shoulders. “Ready for the plane?” I asked.
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“Yeah! I can’t wait to go home.” She said smiling.
“Wait what?” I asked. “What do you mean home?
“I am going home. As in my house.” She said laughing.
“But I thought you were like part of the group now? I thought you were staying with us?” I asked.
“Are you kidding? I can’t afford to stay in one of those buildings.” She said.
“Then live with me!” I was proud of my great idea.
“I am not sure if my mom would approve of that. She barely let me stay in the same hotel with 5 older guys.”
“Angie I can’t live without you.” I said as we got onto the plane.
She sat next to me and leaned on my shoulder “I’ll ask.” She said.
Then next thing I knew, Angie was asleep. She looked so cute when she was sleeping! I cuddled up closer to her, and fell asleep as well.
“We’re here lovebirds! Wake up!” I heard Liam yell.
She and I both sat straight up and looked at one another.
“Wait, did we sleep for the entire flight?” She asked.
“Yeah, it was actually kind of cute how you guys cuddled up next to each other.” Zayn said.
I looked over at Angie and saw her blush. I extended my hand to her, and she grabbed it.
When we were off the plane, and on the tour bus, I decided to ask Angie again to live with me.
“So Angie, have you asked your Mom yet?” I said.
“I’ll call right now.” She said pulling out her phone.
She walked into a private room, and Louis plopped down next to me.
“What’s she asking her Mom for?” He asked.
“Well, I don’t want her to go home, so she’s asking if she can live with me for the 3 months we’re home.” I said.
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“She better not go home!” Louis said.
“Why do you care so much?” I asked.
“Because she’s like part of the group. I think of her as like my sister, and so do the other boys. We love her Niall.”
“You better only love her as a sister!” I warned.
“No worries there Niall.” He said laughing.
“Great news, I can live with you!” Angie yelled.
“Yay! I am so happy!” I said.
“Me to Niall.” And she came and hugged me.
“I love you.” I whispered in her ear.
“I love you too.”
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