Tour Life ||n.h|| [au]

Chapter 5: || ERICA||

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I got home around 3:00. I unlocked my front door, took off my shoes, and Niall's jacket which was kind of mine now, I guess.

I wasn't going to complain about the jacket either, it smelled good. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. I turned on the TV. E! News was on, so I didn't bother turning it. I liked watching celeb gossip, unless it's about me.

"Okay! Time for 'So True, So False.' So, today a certain lad from One Direction made the headlines, not a surprise. But, did Niall Horan go out on a date with the opening act for One D's new tour? We so don't know. The two were seen at a park in London earlier today, talking and laughing. They walked into a coffee shop and headed out about an hour later. Could Niall Horan actually be off the market?"

Shiznits.

My phone rang and it was Niall. I ignored it for now, thinking I'd just call him later. I could imagine him laughing when I rejected the call. His smile. I mentally hit myself. No!

I went on Twitter and handled this whole thing self- handedly.

@theEricaJenkins: @NiallOfficial and i arent dating and he was just being nice... -E xx

After about a half hour, my notifications finally calmed down and I looked at all the comments, but one really caught my eye.

@Louis_Tomlinson: @theEricaJenkins does he know that? *insert smirk*

I didn't say anything back because even though the feeling of sassing Louis Tomlinson back would be awesome, I don't need to have Simon calling me to delete the tweet.

I turned off the TV and went upstairs. I clicked my radio on and turned it to a country station.

This is how I grew up. Country. Not ever wanting to be in the spotlight, always reserved, shy, always wanting to be invisible.

Then, I grew out of my shell and became outgoing. It surprised everyone, including me. I wore black skinny jeans and black shirts all the time. Instead of my regular blue jeans and pastel colored shirts everyday. Everyone called me goth.
That's what they called it. But, I forgot that I was quiet and hated attention and now I was a whole different person. I went on X- Factor thinking that even if I didn't get through, I would be popular. That's what I wanted and I didn't know why. Pop music became who I was after I won. No looking back. This is the first time I've listened to anything remotely considered 'country music' for about a year.

A beep interrupted my thoughts. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it.

From: Niall

You bored?

To: Niall

so much..........

From: Niall

want me to come get you and we can hang out with the lads?

To: Niall

ok

From: Niall

not to sound like a stalker, but where do you live

To: Niall

NARNIA IS WHERE I LIVE NIALL

From: Niall

AND I LIVE IN NEVERLAND

To: Niall

THEN BE PETER PAN AND COME GET WENDY

From: Niall

BUT WENDY DOESNT LIVE IN NARNIA

To: Niall

SHE DOES NOW

I gave him my address and I didn't really bother getting dressed up. I put on a green tanktop with a black sweatshirt and black sweatpants. I took my hair down and it was left wavy from the braid I had put it in earlier.

I washed my face and put on one coat of mascara. Not overkill. It was Niall... And the rest of One Direction, not Prince William.

I laughed to myself because around my friends I used to say, for example, "It's only Daisy, not One Direction." I used to say that when I would show up pretty much anywhere.

I looked at the clock and I figured that Niall would be here at about anytime. A horn honked, confirming my thought. I ran downstairs and slipped on my boots and got Niall's jacket and headed out the door. When I got in his car, he cracked a smile.

"I'm here to get Wendy."

I laughed, "Can you deal with an Erica?"

"Maybe."