The Perfect Two (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Niall, Niall, Niall, that's who I ever think about.

But how can you blame me! We've been best friends for as long as I can remember! Ever since he joined One Direction I lost all contact with him.

Natalie! You should be happy for him! I mean, it's all we ever wanted, isn't it? Come on! He's living the dream, and all you can think about is getting him back!

I can remember his face as if he was standing right infront of me.

My chest burns as I think about Niall, my long lost childhood friend.

I sigh and get out of bed. Oh joy! Work time. Note my sarcasm, I worked at Starbucks, England London.

I walked into my bathroom. I stripped off my clothing and turned the shower on hot. I slipped into the shower and let the scolding water massage the kinks and cramps out of my back. I grabbed my mango body butter and massaged my body with it. I reached up to the shelf and pulled down my Tresemee Conditioner and shampoo and washed and conditioned my hair. I rinsed out the foam and washed my face.

I turned off the shower and hopped out. I pulled on my underwear and put on my uniform. I ran a brush through my now shiny, brown hair. I put my hair into a hight ponytail, I twisted my fringe round and round and pulled it to the side of my head and held it in place with a bobby pin. I put a white headband on with a bow.

I applied some foundation to hide my black rings under my eyes, I applied a thick layer of mascara to the upper lashes of my eyes, then eyeliner to the bottoms of my green/blue eyes. I put on some light pink lipgloss and put it my bag. I grabbed a wad of cash and slipped it into my purse. I picked it up and walked out the door.

I called a taxi and slid into the backseat, paying the driver and telling him wear to go, I leaned back into the leathery seats, and felt the taxi take off.

I began to think about Niall again, I miss him so much!

I watched the land whiz by through the window, I felt the taxi stop moving.

I mumbled a quick "Thank you." And got out of the taxi. I ran up to the little shop. I glided through the doors and took my position behind the bench.

It was a quiet afternoon, as the hours speed by, I bet you could guess who I thought about.

I heard the hand bell ding, I walked up to the bench and looked up to see dreamy blue eyes and a mop of blond hair.

"Natalie?" His irish accent rung through my ears.

"Niall!"