One In A Million

xxi

"I need to go shopping!" I whined, sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor.

This had been going on the entire time the boys had been getting breakfast, so I think I was wearing them down.

"If you don't take me shopping, I'll refuse to go to the ball. It's your job to make sure I'm there." I casually glanced at my hand as if it was a jewel. All five of them glared at me. I smiled innocently, "Hi."

"I'll take her." Niall volunteered. I jumped up and bowed.

"Go get dressed." Liam ordered.

"What? I can't wear a sports bra and compression shorts to the mall?"

"If you don't know the answer, I might have to hurt you." he mumbled.

I tossed a curt wave and scoffed, "Yeah, whatever!"

Zayn applauded my courage as I ran up the stairs.

They had a day off, which meant so did I, which meant I had school to do. But today I did Spanish whilst brushing my teeth and Language while curling my long hair and flipping a BOY snap back onto it. Once I tossed my math book on the bed, I had managed to get on a pair of old skinny jeans. The only clean shirt I had was rather strange: Like Zayn's shirt, it said 'Cool kids don't dance' but it's weird because I'm a dancer.

I put it on anyway, tweeting a picture of me with a clarifying caption.

@Wazz_Up_Chickas: Except for me. I'm cool, and @R5RossLynch knows I can dance.

My phone went into my back pocket before I buckled a pair of wedge sneakers around my feet.

"You ready?" Niall asked from his room, right across from mine.

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah."

We talked as if we really were siblings. Sometimes cold and odd, but perfectly fine at the same time.

"You want to walk?" he asked, lacing his supras.

I glanced out the window and nodded, "Yeah, sure! I'll meet you out there."

We both knew it was a mile walk, we both knew it had rained yesterday and we both knew we had already worked out today, but I don't think either one of us cared.

I began walking down the sidewalk, only getting about five yards before he ran to my side.

"Sup?" I smirked, stepping over a puddle.

"Nothin' much, ho' 'bout you?" He smiled, staring at the ground.

"Only shopping for a ball. You know, since I was invited by my manager, Simon Cowell."

"Oh, how normal."

I threw my fists in the air and laughed, "Amen!"

"Could I get a picture with you guys?" A hyper voice asked from behind us.

Niall and I turned around, faced with a zealous fan holding her phone out. Her mom took the phone from her and waited for the girl to pose with us.

I smiled and looked at Niall, "Yeah, sure!"

Niall chuckled, "Anything for a fan."

She squealed and stood between us. Behind her back, I high-fived Niall. Her mom took the picture and thanked us as they walked away. I waved, smiling.

Niall still thought it was awesome when someone asked for a picture, and it had only happened to me a few times, so we shared in each others excitement.

"So famous people want pictures of us!" I walked ahead of him, doing a model walk with one hand on my hip and the other by my waist.

He popped his collar and smirked, "Arrogance is bliss."

I laughed and high-fived him again.

"Dude! New talent!" I stuck my finger in my mouth, blowing my cheeks up and making a popping sound.

He laughed and did it himself, "Sweet!"

We ran into the mall and mapped out our route. I told him where all the girl stores would be and he told me where the one and only mens store was. We threw a curt bye over our shoulders and walked away.

My first stop was the dance store, for if I was going to start dancing properly, I had to use heels. Which sucked. But I bought them anyway.

Then I hit up Hollister. This was awesome. Since I had performed there, I got 75% off of everything. So lots of money was spent there.

Jack Wills was probably the best European store ever, so I bet I wasted an hour in there, but then I realized the real reason I was there and located a Nelly store for my dresses.

The best thrill you can get is when strangers comment on your beauty, but when a fan does, it's like magic. Fans stuck around while I modeled countless dresses. They even sported their own and we had a fashion show. When I finished, I had two dresses. One for the ball, and one for something I was looking foreword to, but hoped it never came.

Checking my mile-long receipts, I wasn't paying attention to what was in front of me, neither was he boy I bumped into.

I fell backwards onto the floor, my bags broke the fall but I still lost my breath. I sighed and tried to stand up, but his eyes stopped me.

"Darn it." He patted his pockets, making sure I noticed.

I smiled, standing up as he ran a hand through his light hair, "What?"

"I think," He patted himself a few more times before making eye contact, "I think I lost my number." He stepped forward and held his hand out, "Can I have yours?"

I laughed, "That was classic! Just for that, you, fine sir, may have my number. I mean, I wouldn't want you to leave here without one."

He smiled as I typed my number into his phone.

"Now you, young beauty, may have this random number I found in place of the one you gave me." He took a pen from his back pocket and scribbled his number on my arm and walked away.

I giggled, picked up my bags and walked away. I didn't tell Niall about it, but it was kind of hard to mask when it rained.

The black ink turned blue and slid from my arm in perfect lines, "No!"

Niall snapped his head towards me, "What? What was on your arm?"

I huffed, "This guys number! He was Australian! I lost his number!"

Niall bit his lip, mumbling a "Thank God."

I stomped on his foot and ran inside.