Sair:
“No no, no, this can’t be happening”, I muttered under my breath, grasping through my closet. Nothing, absolutely nothing fit! Well, it fit on me physically, but nothing would fit the occasion. What occasion was this even? Was it formal, or casual? Was it like a date, I’d hardly ever been to any dates. I sighed to myself. “This is not a date”, I concluded. Not like that helped anything. A dress would definitely be too formal. There was a knock on my door.
“What?!”, I snapped, feeling very easily annoyed in the heat of the moment. Cassidy stuck her head through the door.
“Mum’s asking you if....”, she stopped with she saw me. “Oh my god, you’re not even dressed”, she giggled.
“I know!”, I whined, throwing my hands out.
“What are you so nervous for?”, she giggled. “I thought that was our job”.
“I’m not nervous...”, I lied, but I think my flushed face and only underwear covered body showed that I was pretty nervewracked.
“How about those jeans you bought the other day?”, Cassidy suggested.
“What jeans! I have no jeans! I have nothing!”, I growled, and fell backwards on my bed with a huge whimper. Cass just laughed at me, shaking her head. Maybe because I was the one acting like the fourteen-year old.
“The jeans I borrowed for my birthday party...”, she said.
“Oh those jeans!”. I sat up, thinking about what she said. “Those jeans are quite nice”. Cassidy found me, if possible, even more amusing and nodded.
“They’re in my second drawer”, she said, and headed out of my room. “By the way”, her head popped back inside. “I don’t see what the fuss is about you’ve known this guy for like... a month”.
“You don’t understand”, I mumbled, knowing she was just making fun of me. She disappeared, but only for a second.
“One more thing...”, she grinned at me. “How does my butt look in this, I know Harry’s still single right?”, she wiggled her bum in the doorway.
“Cass! Get out!”, I laughed at her, shaking my head. I had half an hour to get myself presentable and my family as well... this was a crisis.
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Niall:
I brushed off my trousers and shirt for about the tenth time.
“Come on Niall...”, I mumbled to myself, staring at the doorbell. My watch showed me it was one to six. No matter what happened, I would refuse to be early. The doorbell stared back at me, and it was staring to get cold. There, finally it turned six, and I pressed the button in, hearing it chime from the inside of the house. “God help me”, I mumbled, folding my hands with closed eyes for a second. I had been expecting Sair to open the door for me, but I wasn’t that lucky. A tall man with dark hair and strict eyes did. I thought I was going to faint. How could I be this nervous? It was just her dad... just her dad. A dad. To a girl I wouldn't have to see again in about a months time, and not her dad either. But like he read my thoughts, he looked like he was about to kill me.
“Good evening”, he greeted me.
“Good evening...”, I chocked, shaking his hand. Jesus, I didn’t even know his last name! I was sweating through my shirt. What was I supposed to call him? “...Sir”, I added a little hesitant. It seemed to be accepted, even though he didn’t seem to want to open the door any wider for me to get in. That’s when a much more pleasant figure showed up behind him.
