Summer Love (a Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Summer Love - Chpt. 7

We all get ready for a big night out at a bustling VIP night club in London. I wear my favourite faded white mini-maxi dress (short at the front long at the back). I slip into a pair of Eleanors' leather look pumps.

"Babe!" Eleanor shouts from the bathroom where she is applying her make up.

"Can you get me those golden sparkly pumps?" She screams to me, popping her head out from around the door, smacking on lip gloss.

"The ones with the pink stripes?" I ask, looking in Eleanors second suit case, which is completely dedicated to shoes.

"What do you think would go better?" She asks, stepping out of the bathroom, in a stunning black fitted mini dress, with a frill all around the middle.

"Plain gold," Lola and I say in sync, as I grab the stunner heels and hand them to a stunner Eleanor. Is it even possible for someone to look this perfect?

I walk into the bathroom, and look for my make up. I usually never wear make up, it just doesn't feel right on my face. But tonight I'm applying eye liner, mascara and nutral coloured lipstick with shiney lip gloss.

"Lola!" I shout from the bath room.

"Are you and El nearly ready?" I ask, carefully puttong on my mascara, looking weirdly at myself in the mirror.

"Yeah El's ready as can be and I'm just going to put on some final touches," Lola says, smacking her made up lips.

As Lola and I step out of our room and to the fire place is, everyone whistles. Eleanor drops her head back laughing, and Harry winks at Lola. Ah, they are truly made for each other.

"You two look lovely," Harry says, clearly not giving a care in the world to me, and only keeping his eyes on Lola. I don't know if they're official yet, but they definatley should be.

I walk over and sit in the only free space on the couches; bewteen Louis and Eleanor, and Lola and Harry. Great. They're getting all flirty and I'm stuck, trying not to look. Ah, Niall. He pats his lap for me to sit, on which I guess is better than this.

I step up and walk around to Niall, and plonk myself on his legs. He pushes my hair behind my ear, and leans closer to it.

"You look beautiful, Jess." He says in a low, husky voice sending shivers up my neck to my face. I smile, and stroke his hair. Giving him a kiss on the top of his head when we all begin to leave to the limo on the way to the club.

In the limo I sit next to Niall, and rest my head on his shoulder. I trace little shapes on his thigh.

"What are you drawing love?" Niall says in his deep Irish accent. I probably begin to get a bit rosey in my cheeks, because I'm drawing love hearts. Don't ask.

"Mathematical equasions." I lie, trying to hide a smile creeping onto my lips.

"Bull shit." Niall says, calmly. I crack up at how he said it, the voice he used sounded like he gave me a compliment. So mellow.

"You gonna party hard?" I say, acting like a gangster and grabbing Nialls snap back off his head and putting it on mine.

"Sure am homie!" Niall says goofily, poking his tounge out and making the funniest face I've ever seen. He makes me laugh so hard, you can't even head my laughing. I just clap with my mouth open acting like a person who definatley shouldn't be going to a night club.

"You alright?" Niall says, raising his eye brow and chuckling.

"Yeah, I'm just laughing at your face, love." I giggle, as he grabs me and pulls me into his chest. I chuckle, and he does too, sending viabrations all up and down my body.