You're still the one (Niall Horan fanfiction)

chapter 12

JAMIE'S POV-

I hadn’t heard from Justine since she’d come over. I hadn’t seen anyone really… even Niall was out both those days doing things with the boys for the band. I started to wonder whether this was it… Is this what my life has come too? No girlfriends to have sleep over, gossip or go out for mani-pedis, my boyfriend’s busy with his band, about to start their world tour and I’m here. In bed. Alone.

I decided to change my sad sob life and organise something. I rolled over to Niall’s side of the bed, which of course, was empty. I grabbed my phone off his bedside table and rolled onto my back. I scrolled through my contacts not really sure who to text... I decided to play it easy and text El. I hadn’t seen her since the waking up naked and hung-over after strip poker incident. I giggled to myself thinking of all the memories.

I texted her with a simple-

“Hey babe! Up too much today? xxx”

Within 3 minutes she had replied-

“Hey babe! I’m with Louis and the boys, they’re making some serious music today, wish you could've made it! Xxx”

I read the text over and over again… ‘Wish you could've made it?’ but… Niall didn’t invite me to go to their practice today? Uh, I didn't dwell on it too much, I just decided to reply telling her to ‘give everyone my love, and to tell Niall I won’t be home tonight.’ Even though I had no idea where I was going, I didn’t want him to think my life revolved around him! Within literally two seconds my phone was buzzing with his id picture.

  “Hel-?” I begin to say

  “Where are you going tonight?” He asked instantly. I hesitated a bit seeing’s as I had no plans…

  “Out.” I said sternly.

  “Out where?” He asked, sounding a little pissed off.

  “What am I not a loud to go ‘Out’ Niall!?” His tone had pissed me off so I was now cross.

  “You can, I just want to know where you’re going…” He trailed off, obviously upset about my anger

  “Baby, truth is I’m not sure where I’m going tonight, Justine says she’s got something organised” I lied. I lied to him, I don’t think I’ve ever lied to him before… a sudden wave of guilt crashed over me.

  “Oh okay then!” He said in a much happier tone. “Have fun Princess, I’ll wait up for you!”

  “You don’t have to do th-” I began but yet again was interrupted by him.

  “But I will, you know I will. I’ve gotta get back to work now, but I’ll talk to you later! Bye Princess!”

He hung up before I could even get a word in. I sighed and quickly texted Justine, praying she was free and wanted to do something fun tonight! She replied saying she has the perfect thing in mind and she’ll pick me up at 8 and I can direct her to the best club! I’m assuming she’s using Emily's car, I dunno. But oh well! I have plans for tonight, yay! I ran into the bathroom to get ready.

I had had my shower, blow dried and straightened my hair and I was now working on my makeup, I didn’t do my eye makeup yet though, I always did that last. I realised I had no idea what I was going to wear! We’re going out to a club so this means something sexy and tight but not cheap! I pulled out all my dresses one by one, sussing them and chucking them behind me on the bed, I finally came to a red dress, and I pulled it out to suss it. Almost immediately I realised it was the dress I had worn to Harry’s 18th Bungalow party… The one I was with Niall in. I clutched onto the dress so hard I thought it was going to rip. I fell flat to my bum and stared motionless down at the dress. It was my favourite dress. It always had been, Liam bought it for me a few Christmas’ ago. He thought it made me look extremely sexy but yet high class and ‘expensive’. I few tears sprung from my eyes. So many bad memories on such a beautiful dress… I wondered what would happen if Niall were to see me right now, whether he would remember the dress? Whether he would remember me in the dress… I had contemplated so many times over and over in my head whether I should tell him the truth or not, but I could just couldn’t risk it. What if he freaked out and left me? I would freak out too, so it’s basically a guarantee that he would. I need to tell him. I have to tell him… I always knew Liam was right about me needed to tell him, I just hate being pushed and rushed into things. I need to find the right time to do it! Then again, when is it ever the right time to tell someone you had sex wth them, but they were way too drunk and didn't rememmber the next morning? I let out a big sigh. I picked up my phone and realised I only had half an hour. I decided to wear the red dress regardless of the memories, I need to make new ones in it! I put it on and it was tight still but not as tight as it used to be. I had toned up my stomach a bit since I last wore this dress, and my thighs aren’t as flabby anymore. I studied myself in the mirror and thought about how good I looked. The dress really did compliment me amazingly! GOOD. JOB. LIAM! I giggled to myself. I ran into the bathroom and began applying shit loads of eye makeup. My eyelashes are extremely long! So they were my main feature on my face. I heard a knock at the door, so I quickly applied a thick layer of gloss on my lips and ran back into the bedroom to find myself some shoes. I settled on my high black soft pumps/platforms. I put them on, grabbed my phone off the bedside table and headed downstairs. I called out that I’ll just be a second, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my black purse off the bench and headed towards the front door. I opened up the front door to see Justine.