My Best Friend

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//Rain's outfit is on the right. Enjoy.x//

I am just a normal 17 year old girl really. I'm 5"5 and have chocolate brown hair down to my waist and brown eyes to match. I wouldn't say I'm one of the skinniest girls and I would definitely not call myself pretty. I am one of the most self conscious people you will ever come across but I will always have my best friend Niall to cheer me up when I'm sad. I have my group of girls but he is the one I tell everything to, we have been best friends since we were 11. I was born in Mullingar, Ireland but moved to Manchester when I was 3 for my dads job. However when he lost it when I was 11 we moved back to Mullingar to be with our family again. I started a new school and I found it hard making friends at first but Niall was so easy to talk to and we clicked instantly. Since then we have been inseparable. Were together most weekends, going to party's or having sleepovers or just going on walks. I find it hard expressing my feelings to anyone but I have always felt like I could to Niall. Our friendship was something special and nobody could get in between us. We were often made fun of at school for our weird relationship but we have grown used to it. We have each other so who cares? Cheesy I know.

He has naturally brown hair, which he has dyed blonde since he was 14, and pretty blue eyes. He has a cute smile and a lot of the girls in our school find him attractive but I'm very protective of him and if I know a girl isn't right for Niall I will let him know and he will listen, he does the same for me. I don't want to see his heart get broken and it works both ways. We have been there for each other through a lot and I honestly don't know what state I would be in without him. I never have any confidence but when I'm around him nothing seems to matter and I have all the confidence in the world. I don't care about my weight or my hair or my makeup as long as I am myself it doesn't matter.

Enough of being cheesy as fuck.

"Come on Rain we were supposed to be at Daryl's ages ago" Niall whines. I am just finishing my makeup and he is sat on my bed getting stroppy like a little child. We are going to his friend Daryl's house party tonight but we had promised we would help get the house ready. You know move the expensive furniture into different rooms, set out all the drinks and food, get the music sorted. We are both quite close to Daryl but I met him through Niall, they are family friends and their parents have been friends for years. He is quite hot I have to admit but Niall has told me he's like a brother to him and he's off limits for me. I understand because I wouldn't want Niall seeing my sister, that would just be weird.

Once I finish applying my lipstick I put on my shoes and announce I am ready.

"Finally" he groans and I punch his arm.

"Ow!" He says pretending to be hurt. "You look lovely by the way."

I smile at my shoes, I know he's my best friend and he has to say that but it still makes me blush.

"See what you have done you've made my cheeks pink!" I say pointing at my face.

"We'll I'm sorry for telling the truth but that's what I was always told to do" he says defensively.

"Your cute" I say simply and walk out my room with Niall following behind me.

We take our alcohol out of my fridge and put it in our bags and head out the door. I always look forward to Daryl's party's, they are always really eventful. It's not a Daryl party without something dramatic happening. He lives just down the street from me so Niall usually sleeps at mine after we're at his house and tonight isn't an exception. Our parents both weren't comfortable with the idea of us having sleepovers at first but then they realised that we are best friends and nothing is going to happen between us. It's no different to me having a girl friend sleep over, apart from the fact that he's a boy and everything but it's not much different really. We sleep in the same bed but it's honestly like sharing a bed with your brother. But obviously a brother that you like, not one that you constantly fight with or anything. Then you would probably get kicked out the bed.