Night Air

Chapter 30

*Niall's POV*

I should be asleep. I thought to myself as I stared up at the white ceiling above me, back in my hotel room. I turned my head and looked over at the clock. It was two in the morning. That meant that it was five in the morning back in Indiana right now, so Alyssa was probably passed out and wouldn't notice if I tried calling her.

That'd make me seem desperate, anyways, and that was the exact opposite for how I was trying to present myself- to anyone.

Regardless of anything, I pulled my phone off of the charger next to me and held it over my face so I could look up at it. I moved my thumb to hold it correctly so it wouldn't fall on my face. I've done that one too many times.

It really put the eye in iPhone.

(A/N: Get it? Like it hit him in the eye? And it's an IPHONE? XD Bu doom tss. I cannot believe I really just said that)

I typed out a message to her before I could really even stop myself.

To: Alyssa

Hey.

I placed my phone back onto the table and yawned while rubbing my eyes with the palm of my hands. I removed my hands from my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. I waited there, still staring at my ceiling for the next five minutes, while my fingers impatiently tapped on my biceps. I couldn't help but let my mind wander in the moment.

Where did it go? The only place that I could seem to find any sanity or salvation anymore- Alyssa.

From her brown hair and dazzling green eyes, to the light and barely visible freckles that danced across her cheeks, her face was suddenly the only thing that was clouding my mind behind my tired, yet grinning, blue orbs.

The lack of height that she had, or didn't have, helped add to the amount of innocence she held within her tiny frame. However, her tiny body and shortness didn't hide her emotions when she was angry. When she was angry, it was as if she wanted the whole world to know about it, and that just made her seem even cuter, if that was possible. As sad as it sounded, an angry Alyssa, was an adorable Alyssa- not that I would ever actually admit that to her.

Any other girl that looked absolutely adorable while yelling at me, I would have told them how I felt and what I was thinking in a heartbeat; usually I would add some sort of cocky smirk or a seductive demeanor to the way I presented myself to those girls.

But not Alyssa.

It's not that I didn't want to, it's that I physically felt that I couldn't. This has never happened to me before. I have never felt so flustered or shy around a girl when making a crude remark than I have now that I know Alyssa Small. I didn't know what it was, but I suddenly couldn't help but feel so insecure about flirting with her, unlike any of the other countless girls that I have hit on at clubs or any other place.

At first, yeah, I had no problem flirting with Alyssa when I first met her on the plane and when I first started talking to her. Mind you, I didn't exactly know it was Alyssa Small, aka my mission, when I did that.

However, as time went on, Alyssa let me in and opened up to me. As time went on, Alyssa no longer resembled a sex object behind my once foggy and blind eyes. As time went on, Alyssa cleared the fog and brought sight back to my eyes and made me realize just how fragile she is.

She's not some sex object good for one use, just to be thrown out the next day. She's so much more than that, and as time went on, the more I saw that in her, and the more I realized that she truly is unique. She is nothing like the girls I have had a reputation to hang myself around. She's so different, and I couldn't help but admire the way she stood out from every other half-dressed, wannabe Barbie that has ever attached themselves to my hip and treated themselves as a "good for one use" object. Those were the girls that needed to see more in themselves, and thought they could by involving themselves in pointless one night stands with douche bags like myself. But douche bags like me never helped those girls, we just encouraged the action, telling those girls that they were good for a quick fuck and nothing more.