Your Little Things

Chapter 2- Pleasant

I went home after my shift and pracitcally jumped on Morgan. 

"MORGANNNN!!!!" I screamed, "Come on and help me with my outfit for tonight!" 

"Oh yeah, I got lost in my Harry Potter marathon.." She said casually.

Morgan is obsessed with Harry Potter. I've gotten so used to hearing it on that it's become comforting when I come home and hear Voldemort yelling random words at Harry.

We raced up the steps and I lost like always. I don't even know why I try to beat her. She's the fastest person I know. 

She threw my closet door open and looked in while tapping her foot. She turned around with clothes in her hands and threw them at me. 

"Put these on."

"Okayy" I never put up a fight with her because I knew I would loose.

I went to the bathroom and changed clothes.

"How do I look?" 

"Gorgeous!! Makeup time!!" Morgan had a thing with doing my makeup...I don't know why..

She finished my face and handed me my mirror.

"Isn't it beautiful?!" She said with an awkward laugh.

"It's always amazing why do you even have to ask?!"

It was true. She did makeup perfectly.

We went out to eat at a cafe downtown London.

"I can't believe you are going to go out with Niall Horan." Her eyes were so wide it scared me

"I'm not going to 'Go out with him' we are just going for dinner" She gave me "the look".

"Beth, really? That's practically the same thing! You guys are going to fall in love and get married and have cute little blonde Irish children."

"How do you know they'll have blonde hair? I've got brown!"

"See! You want to have his children." She said rather confidently

 "I don't want to have Niall Horan's children, Morgan!" I protested loudly.

A couple of teenage girls sitting in a booth looked over at us. Awkward..

"De-Niall ain't just a river in Africa" She said exagerating "Niall"

My phone buzzed. It light up and said "Niall" with a smiley face.

"He loves you." She said and turned to her spaghetti.

"No, he doesn't." I said before picking up my phone and putting it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey love! It's Niall from the bookstore!"

"Hehe yeahh I know"

"Sweet so I have some kind of iffy news"

"Oh...what is it?" I was terrified he was going to cancel.

"Well the rest of the lads intend on going on our..date.." He hesitated before saying date.

"Oh well that's fine, is it ok if I bring my friend?"

"That'd be perfect!" He said excitedly.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow" I said blushing

"Ok I'll pick you up, sound good?" He said

"Sounds great, I'm at dinner right now so I'll text you later" I said excited.

"Ok babe bye" He called me babe. Niall Horan called me babe. I mean I know he calls all girls that but in America it means something COMPLETELY different!