Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)

Chapter Three

First I cleaned and tidied up the house, hovering and dusting everywhere I could find. I scrubbed the sink, desktops and surfaces until they were all practically shining. I then went up to my room and put very thing back in place and even folded up the clothes. This was new to me! Why was I trying so hard? It wasn't even as if he'd be coming in my room anyway.

I quickly checked my phone for the time as I couldn't be bothered to look up at the clock. It was 2.00 o'clock already! I started panicking, not sure what to do next and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Oh my god I looked horrible! From all the cleaning and tidying up, I had dust in my hair, my face was really tired looking and as for my clothes, I didn't think their original colour would ever show again. Even if I did fifty washes!

Niall could NOT see me like this. 2.15, time was ticking away. I quickly ran to the bathroom and had yet another shower, I washed my hair with the best and most expensive shampoo and conditioner I could find and I scrubbed my body thoroughly. I felt so tired! More than once, I caught myself leaning against the side of the built in shower, half asleep. I scolded myself for being so lazy. When I got out of the boiling hot shower, into yet more sweaty heat as the radiators were turned up full blast (why was I so careless?), I dried myself, rubbing just a little bit too hard against my wet body and went to my room. But what was I to wear? Would Niall be dressing up or just going casual?

I decided to go with something sort of dressy but also kind of casual at the same time. I picked out a pink top with a tie at the bottom and a hashtag saying awkward in black on it. I also put on some black jeans and put my white leather jacket at the bottom of the stair case ready to put on when I answered the door.

As I ran up the stairs I worried about what I was going to do with my hair. I looked in the long mirror attached to my old pine wardrobe. My chocolate brown hair lay limply past my shoulders. I had been carefully growing it for the past 18 months or so and it had payed off. It always really annoyed me the way whenever I washed my hair it always dripped everywhere. My top had damp spots on them. Hopefully they would dry of when I used the hair dryer.

My hair didn’t look its original colour when it was wet. It looked more black or perhaps really dark brown. I pulled my hair brush through it quickly getting the tangles out and parting it. I then switched the loud hair dryer on shaking it everywhere and messing up the parting in my hair I had just made. What seemed like hours later, my hair was finally dry. I brushed t out and it fell past my shoulders swiftly. It was really soft and shiny. That’s what I always loved about my hair.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a minute and tried to convince myself that my hair looked fine. I then moved on to make-up. I wasn’t going to wear too much, maybe just some mascara. I got my make-up bag out and tipped the contents out onto my bed. I really didn't know why I owned so much of something I hardly ever used! I saw a face mask package and quickly grabbed it. Why hadn’t I already though of that? I strolled into the bathroom and quickly put it on. I didn’t bother with cucumbers as I hardly ever used them anyway and didn’t think they made much of a difference. I put it all on my face quickly, massaging it onto my skin, went into my room and spread myself out on the bed, relaxed.

It felt good to have the cool face mask on my hot sweaty face; I could of fallen asleep right there. I closed my eyes, resting them. I really did feel totally relaxed and calm. Well, for about eight minutes anyway.

When the face mask began to go hard, I sighed and lifted myself off the bed unwillingly. When the last of the now hard cream from my face was gone I went back to my bedroom and put the mascara on.  I didn’t put too much on, just enough to see that there was a difference. My green-blue eyes already had slightly long eyelashes and were dark anyway.

I checked the time, it was six o clock. There was no doubt that Niall would be at least five minutes early so I quickly checked my appearance in the mirror, I looked............ Slightly presentable. I went down the stairs and sunk into the sofa, it felt good to sit down. But, barely five minutes later there was a quick rap on the door. Niall.