I am. I am. I am. -- Chapter One: Move

Chapter 9: An Invitation You Can't Refuse

I made a pancake mixture and began to fry them in a skillet. I was intently focused on my task because I didn't want to talk about my accidental sleepover. I could feel Niall watching me and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. 

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" He giggled. 

"Really?! Could this get anymore embarassing!?" I was frustrated with myself so my words came out sharper than i'd intended. 

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you what you said." He was being so smug. 

"Niall could you be anymore cheeky!?" I laughed at him. "Really though what did I say?" 

"You were talking some nonsense about eyes and the ocean." Oh my god I was reciting my poetry in my sleep. . . and not even my good poetry, distraught diary poetry.

"What?" I awkwardly giggled and tried to play it off as if I didn't know what he was talking about. 

"So do you have any plans for tonight Sylvia?" He smiled at me. 

"No, why." I was a bit intrigued.

"I have a reservation at this club, and my friend bailed, so I was wondering if you would like to come." He sounded hopeful. 

I was 18 which if anything meant I could leagally drink myself stupid, I was kind of excited. I had never really been invited onto the partying scene before so I was also rather nervous. 

"Sure why not." I smiled 

"Its a date then." I rolled my eyes. He was being so cheeky it was making me blush.

 We ate rather quickly. I picked up our dishes and sat them in the sink to wash them later. 

"I have to go take care of some stuff but I will pick you up around 8 alright?" I nodded, he hugged me goodbye and made his way out the door. 

I locked myself in my room around 9 and did not come out until 3, I had caught up on my writing and was feeling pretty good. 

I made a taco salad for lunch and watched the news. Then I headed into the shower. My couch was not comfortable at all, and it was most definately not made for 2 people. I was sore as all get out. 

I blow dryed my hair and put mouse in my semi-frizzy waves. I sweeped on some glittery eye shadow and mascara, brushed my teeth, spritzed myself with my JB perfume, and put on my favorite shiny lip gloss. It was warm-ish so I decided to wear a singlet with leggings and ballet flats and my favorite purse. 

By the time I had finally made sure I was ready I heard a knocking at my door. It was 8 already and I was beyond nervous. 

I opened the door to find a cheeky looking Niall. 

"Wow. You look great are you ready to go?" He smiled. 

"As ready as I will ever be." I sighed, this was something I was going to have to get used to. Being Niall's friend? If that's even what we were. . . Whatever I was being around Niall was a rush.