7 Things

Chapter 13

What a joke. I stood up from the couch at 12 AM. Was this some kind of joke to him? Messing with a girl's feelings isn't funny. I laughed humorlessly. I'm just an average teenage girl. No guy wants me, especially a famous popstar. I walked up the stairs, removing my shoes, and my dress. I took off my bra and threw on a tee shirt, not bothering with wearing pants.

Not like I'd see anyone anyway.

I laid down on my bed, staring at the faint glowing star stars on my ceiling. I used to have my whole ceiling filled with them when I was little, but they all fell off. Strangely enough, the ones that didn't fall formed the big dipper.

I shut my eyes, sighing outwardly.

"Psssst."

I shot up from my bed, looking around my room. What was that? I grabbed my bedside lamp and stood up.

"Skyler."

I screamed and turned around, hitting the intruder with my lamp.

"Ow! What the hell?" He growled.

"Niall? What are you doing here?"

He cupped his nose with his right hand. "What are you doing with a lamp?"

"Answer my question." I demanded, "How did you get up here?"

"Your window was open."

"You climbed through my window?" I asked, looking at him incredulously.

"Nah, I took the front door."

I whacked him with the lamp again.

"Ow! I was just kidding. Yeah, I climbed through your window. The lattice work wasn't that hard to climb."

"Why did you come here?" I asked.

"Oh." He said, looking down. "I uh, came here to apologize."

"Apologize?" I asked.

"Yeah. I've been a real dickhead lately. I'm sorry."

I blinked a few times. "You should be."

Niall rolled his eyes and took a seat on my bed. "What do you want to do?"

I shrugged, "Go to sleep."

"Good idea." He said, scooting over.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"I'm going to sleep."

"Why?"

"You told me to."

I snarled at him, "Get out of my bed."

He gave me the puppy dog lip and batted his eyelashes. "Please let me stay."

"No! Get out." I grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the head with it.

"Oi! What the hell?" I went to whack him again and but he grabbed the pillow from my grip and hit me.

He grabbed me by my waist and threw me on the bed.

"Niall, what are you- oh my God Niall!" I screamed. "Quit tickling me!"

"Never!" He laughed, tickling my sides.

"Get off!"

"Okay." He shrugged, flipping over. I went to get up but he threw his arm over me, keeping me down.

His head was buried into my shoulder as he whispered, "Shh. I'm trying to sleep."

The way he said that made butterflies fly around in my stomach. His voice reverberating against my shoulder sent chills down my back. This couldn't be a dream. It feels too real.

The sound of my alarm clock wakes me into reality. Why was I so happy having a dream about Niall? I barely knew him. I just thought he was cute. I had a crush on his appearance because his personality wasn't all that nice.

Did my dad really come home drunk or was that a dream?

I walked downstairs and into my dad's room. He was lying in bed. Brandi was beside him. I snarled. I had never seen this woman before and he tells us that she is his fiancée?

I look at the clock on the wall. It's 6 in the morning. Why am I awake?

I walked into the kitchen. Zayn is sitting in the chair staring straight ahead. I turn around to see Niall flaring his nostrils at Zayn. What are they doing in my house?

I start falling. I'm falling. Where am I going? Where am I falling!

I jerk myself up to realize I was dreaming that whole time. It's dark outside. 3:30 a.m.

Zayn stood me up. Why? I should've known anyway. It's not like an average girl like me to have 2 famous guys all over her. That's a joke.