She's Not Afraid

Chapter 6: Date

Maggie: It was Friday and I was standing in front of a mirror. I had on a black polka dotted casual dress and my fine hair was pulled into a ponytail with a black jeweled clip for an accent. The only problem I was having was my makeup. I mean, usually I could do makeup easy. But this time I wasn't going for the sexy party girl, as usual. No, this time I needed cute and flirty. I just couldn't get it to work.

Niall: I never really made a fuss over how I looked for date, but this time I found myself rummaging through every last piece of clothing I owned. Although, I won't pretend I didn't know why. I was going on a date with Maggie Nelly!

Maggie: My makeup artist walked in on my effort. "Ooh!" she said, smirking, "Where are you going."

"I have date tonight," I said shortly.

"I know. I'm not blind you know," she pointed out. I sighed. I dropped the eyeliner pencil to the counter. "You obviously need help," she said, moving to my side and picking up the eyeliner. She pulled up a seat and pushed me into it. I closed my eyes and let her work her magic. When I opened my eyes I saw a flirty, almost school girl appearence.

"Thanks," I said. She nodded.

"Where is he taking you?" she asked. I rolled my eyes.

"So nosy," I muttered under my breath. She smirked.

"Okay okay," she said. She put her hands on my shoulders, "Just don't do anything you'll regret in a few months."

I raised my eyebrows and bugged my eyes, "Oh my gosh!" I scrieched.

"What do you expect me to tell the Hollywood Bad Girl?" she asked. I huffed out of my trailer. I was ready to go.

Niall: When I pulled up at Nandos, I saw her car there. Crap. I had been hoping to beat her there. Oh well. I checked the collar on my polo and ran my fingers through my hair before walking in the restraunt. I found her sitting down at a nice table and I sat down across from her. "Sorry," I said.

"For what?" she asked. I checked my watch and noticed I wasn't actually late.

"Um, I guess nothing," I said. She smiled.

"So, um, how are you?" she asked. I was still kicking myself over my appoligy

"Good. How about you," I asked, determined to fix my nervousness.

"Good. Um, excited to try something new," she said smiling. I smiled. "So, uh, what's the food like here?" she asked. My eyes bugged out.

"THE BEST YOU WILL EVER HAVE!" I exclaimed. Maggie laughed. She had that beautiful, almost bell sounding laugh from the movies. I couldn't help laughing my own idiotic snort-like laugh.

"So I get the feeling you like the food here," Maggie said. I nodded.

"Of course. It's my absolute favorite food on the planet," I said. She smiled and nodded. "So, um, what's the movie your doing like?" I asked, taking a sip of my water.

"Its this movie about an insane piro who starts a bunch of houses on fire," Maggie said, almost looking bored.

"And, I'm assuming you play the piro," I said. Maggie smirked.

"Yeah. I play Ignis. Although, if they didn't want their daughter being a piro they shouldn't have litterally named her Fire in Latin," Maggie said. I laughed.

"Yeah. Funny how stuff like that works," I said.

"Definatly. So, um, how about you? What are you working on right now?" Maggie asked.

"I'm actually off for the next few weeks, I mean kind of. You never get a break from the girls. But, when I get back we plan on working on our new album Take Me Home," I said.

"Ah ha," Maggie said, "So when you say you never get a break from the girls you mean..."

"I mean the screaming fans," I said. Then I thought about it, "Oh no, um, I'm not that kind of guy."

"That's what I figured," Maggie said, running her finger along the rim of her water.

"Okay. Um, sorry. I really didn't word that correctly," I said.

"Well, everyone knows the reputation I have. I would assume you could use it to say...pick me up," Maggie said, her eyes daring.

"Would it?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

"Not really. I've had it happen before though," Maggie said, smiling. I smiled. I nodded. I had heard her reputation slightly, but not the whole thing.

"Um, out of curiousity," I said, "What is that reputation. I mean I've really only heard rumors."

"That I'm Hollywood's Teen Bad Girl. It's dumb. I mean most of the teen stars party but I'm the one who gets tagged," Maggie said, rolling her eyes again. I was starting to notice how many facial expressions she used when she talked.

"That does seem dumb. I mean how often do you party?" I asked.

"Only when I'm not working on a serious movie," she said.

"What exactly determines if its a serious movie?" I asked.

"One I don't see being a hit. You know dumb stuff like The Comiedian's Wife," Maggie said. She had played the daughter in that movie when she was 16. She was right. It had been dumb.

"I see," I said nodding. The waitress came up and asked for our drinks and we ordered.

"So this one is a serious movie?" I asked when the waitress left.

"No. This ones my punishment for that stupid tittle. My parent's shipped me out here and told me if I got crazy they'd pull me from acting all together," Maggie said, sipping her water. I nodded.

"That seems a little harsh," I said. Then a thought crossed my mind. Would her going out with me count.

"Would that include me?" I blurted. Maggie chuckled.

"No," she said, smiling, "Unless its after midnight and there is alchohol involved."

"Okay," I said, realif flooding into me. That's when my phone rang. Less than a second later, Maggie's phone rang.

"I have to take this," Maggie and I said at the exact same time. We answered, telling the person on the otherline what we were doing. Then we hung up at almost the same time. And laughed.

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Maggie: When we finally left, I was excited. Not excited to leave, but excited for the next date.