Rejected

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

He parked his car in the back lot of my hotel, both of us rushing inside and to the lift for reasons unknown.

"Niall why are we running?" I pant, pushing the number 4 in the lift and watching the doors close.

"Shh Zoey, don't say any other word."

Panic is clear on his face and I'm more confused as ever. The large doors ding and once again he grabs ahold of my hand, pulling me down the hall.

"Here," I stop walking, pulling my card key from my purse and pushing it in the door. The green light flashes and Niall rushes in, locking the door behind us.

He turns to face me, cheeks flustered when he takes a deep breath.

"Never mention that in public again okay? I don't know who the fuck is corrupted in this city and who isn't. I don't want you to get hurt. Do you understand?"

I can't seem to catch my breath. What the hell was he talking about?

"Niall I-"

He takes a long step towards me and covers my mouth with his hand, his shaky breaths washing over my face.

"Shh. I need to make sure this room isn't bugged."

Bugged? Oh my god.

He steps away without another word and walks toward the center of the large living room.

I watch as he kneels down, pushing his hand under the wooden table and feeling underneath of it. The deep frown set in on his face reminds me of Harry immediately.

He stands back up again, pacing over to the wall quickly and feeling along the bookshelf. I assume his search comes up empty when he turns back to face me.

This is some Tony Soprano shit.

"We're okay." He says as I step closer, his hands holding onto my upper arms.

"Why would my room be bugged Niall? Please tell me what is going on," I could feel the headache behind my eyes forming already.

"Hotels around here and known to be. Because of the amount of gangs and drug lords, you cannot trust anyone you don't know."

I sigh for what seems like the thousandth time, running my hand through my hair.

"What does my best friend have to do with any of this?"

I see something flash in Niall's eyes that I don't recognize, a chill running down my spine. Why do I feel so weird?

"Louis was dealing some heavy stuff, I assume it was Ian and his pals that came to his place when you were there. They're his suppliers- or were until he 'lost' a large part of the package." He pauses dramatically, and I get the feeling that he wants to withhold information from me.

"I don't think he lost it though, I think he's sold it to someone else and kept all the profit. Ian doesn't put up with that, he's lucky they didn't kill him right there."

I gasp, taking a step back immediately. Why the hell was Louis selling drugs? How did I not know?

"I don't want you to be scared. I'm going to take care of it okay?"

I nod my head. My mouth is hung open in shock, eyes frantically searching Niall's. He comes closer again and holds my cheeks, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead.

Just as he's about to leave I grab his arm, and he turns back to me.

"What does Harry have to do with this?"