Chasing Luck (Niall Horan)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

September 10th

My hair had been in it’s natural form when I had clipped some of it in the back. I had spritzed hairspray just to make it stay for the night. My make up had been light and natural, which hadn’t been nothing new to me. I clipped my heart necklace on to match my vintage butterfly print tea dress. I’d even gone as far as putting on a matching shade of lipstick for my lips. I painted my nails a white-off color that seemed to match my outfit. And the shoes I’d decided to wear with the dress were a pair of laced white flats.

My heart was hammering inside my chest, pounding against the organs surrounding it. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. It hurt my chest, but in a good way. My palms were sweating, even though I kept wiping them on the back of my dress every five minutes. I’d tried my best to make myself look beautiful the way Niall would like me for our date tonight. After an hour of dressing unlike myself, I decided to go for my vintage dress. I knew Niall would love it.

I glanced at the clock and watched it turn to a new time. It read "8:50”. Earlier, Niall agreed to leave at nine at night. I don’t know what he had planned for me, but he said to eat before hand. “We aren’t going to eat on our date,” he explained to me. Just about an hour ago, I’d filled my stomach with a pizza all to myself. Compliments to Niall.

I chewed on my bottom lip. I still was unsure about the date. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I really want to be on this date with him and only him, but what if we fall out and lose our friendship? I know Niall promised that would never happen, but promises aren’t always guaranteed. My friendship with Niall is the only thing I have right now. It’s my backbone and my support. If I lost Niall, I would surely lose myself. Maybe my heart is wrong and my brain is right - being with Niall like this is wrong.

A voice in my head began to argue with me. You’re wrong and you know it. You just don’t want to let go of this friendship.

I groaned to myself. That voice, whoever it was, was right. I didn’t want to lose this friendship. Niall’s friendship meant everything to me, but could it actually turn into something more, something better? If I did back out now, I would never find out what could happen between Niall and I. I would never find out if anything between us worked.

I breathed in a shaky breath and told myself, “Man up, Allie. What would Ryan tell you to do?” I knew that answer by heart. “Man up.” Those were Ryan’s words. Whenever I had gotten scared about anything, Ryan would tell me bluntly to man up and stop being so afraid. Each time, I didn’t fight it. I did exactly what Ryan told me to do, “Man up.” I could picture Ryan telling me those exact words, and shoving me slightly. He would then tell me I would look beautiful and Niall doesn’t deserve half what I am. After being with me a little bit, he would head over to Niall’s room and continue to tell him to behave, and not to hurt me, otherwise he would grab his paintball gun and splatter him with paint painfully.

I smiled to myself. I missed Ryan... a lot. I missed having a brother around, someone to joke and to have fun with, someone you can get into fights with but laugh with him a minute later. Someone that will always be there for you. I shook my head, smiling.

A knock on my door broke me out of my thoughts. I was quick to open the door and answer it. I saw Niall’s bright and smiling face. “Are you almost ready?” he asked me.

I nodded my head, and turned to grab my purse when Niall stopped me. “You don’t need your purse, trust me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Then, what are we doing?”

“You don’t need to know,” he laughed.

He grabbed my hand, entangling his fingers with mine and pulled me down the hallway and the small set of stairs. The moment he wound our fingers together, I swore my heart jumped inside my chest. Our fingers felt so perfect together, like they had been made to fit together.