The Boy With The Purple Hoodie(A Niall Horan Fan Fic)

Chapter Sixteen:

Brittany: 

I knocked on Logan's door. He wanted to talk to me.

He opened it then shushed me.

We walked into the backyard since he didn't wan't to wake the others up.

"I wanted to talk about you moving in with me." He said. Was he serious?

"We only started dateing yesterday. This is all coming too soon." I said.

"I just thought... Nevermind, I understand. I just thought we could be together like other couples. But whatever." He said.

"Even if we did, where would we be? In this house or the other? What's the point?" I said.

I'll admit I had an atitude but I was so freaking tired. I haven't slept all night and it's now early morning.

"Well, I was thinking that after the vacation here that we could get our own flat. Together." He said matching my tone.

"Um, Maybe..." I said unsure.

"Great. We can save up our money for awhile so we can afford a nice flat." He said getting exicited.

"Look, we just got together. I'm not sure about any of this. Maybe if things got serious." I said trying to let him down gently. He looked let down, annoyed, frustrated and about 20 diffrent emotions.

I saw his fist connect to my face. "Oww!" I started wimpering. I was already on the ground holding my nose. I felt warm wetness running down my hand to my arm.

I looked down at the blood and screamed. Oh my god, he broke my nose! My nose is bleeding!

"See what happens? I'm sorry I hit you but it's not my fault. Now we are going to buy a flat. We are gonna move in there together. I don't want to have to do this again. I like you, I like you a lot. So don't do this to me." He said just looking at me.

I just nodded. He sat in front of me. He held my face with one hand and examined my nose with the other.

"It's not broken. It's bleeding though. Pinch your nose and hold it up. There you go, good." He said trying to comfort me.

"I-I want to go h-h-home." I said sobbing.

"Ok. I'll drive you." He hopped up towards my car.

The drive was silent. There were a few times he tryed to make conversation but I just ignored him. I was still in shock. 

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I walked through the door, tears still streaming down. I walked to my room still holding my nose.

I saw Louis was in my bed. I groaned kicking him. "Louis, why the hell are you in my bed?"

He was still asleep so I pushed him over one side. Fell to the floor. He bounced right up.

"Why are you in my room?" I asked looking at my bed longing.

"Oh, I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, can you get out?" I asked slightly annoyed. I wanted to go sleep so bad...

"Nope." He popped the 'P'.

"Come on, please?"

"Nope."

"I'll give you some money."

"Nope."

"Carrots?" He paused.

"I want 58 carrots and 20 dollars." Fuck.