Your Life Compared To Mine (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Your Life Compared To Mine 8

"It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all

The opposite of love's indifference

So pay attention now, I'm standing on your porch screaming out

And I won't leave until you come downstairs

So keep your head up, keep your love"

I kept my ipod stuck in my ears, finally finished with the down stairs of my new "house." I turned the vacuum off, and wrapped up the cord. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, it was already past 4. I sigh out. This was worse than I thought it was going to be. Ugh, is probably because I'm such a clean freak. Thanks Mom.

There was so much dust I had to wrap a handkerchief around my nose and mouth so I didn't sniff up anything I shouldn't. I pulled my ear bud out of my ears and stuck them in my back pocket, then turning off the music. I pull down the covering around my neck, looking at the wonderful job I've done.

Everything was spotless. The wooden floors looked brand new, the windows were clean, I have to go get new drapes for the windows, the kitchen was as well sparkling, the bathroom down here was also very usable looking. I was utterly satisfied, and very hungry.

I walk out through the living room, out into my back yard, or is it my front yard now? I don't know, I walked past the pool to see Amy, Zayn, Louis, and Harry in the pool. They all stop their splashing, and look at me as I walk past them.

I stop awkwardly, looking down at them. "What?" I ask defensively, crossing my arms over my chest. Then they all bust out into laughter. I knit my brows together completely confused at what they are laughing at.

"What?!" I ask a bit rudely this time.

"You look like shit." Louis says bluntly, I narrow my eyes at him. What is he talking about? "You have dirt everywhere except the lower have of your face." Louis continues, still laughing.

I uncross my arms, and stalk off. Jeez, if they knew how hard I have cleaned that house, they wouldn't be laughing, jerks.

I open the glass doors that lead into the kitchen. The kitchen was already a mess, there were dishes all over the sink, and crumbs of food on the island. I smirk at myself, knowing I don't have to clean up this shit. I make my way to the fridge opening it up and grabbing two water bottles. I take an apple out of the basket and make my way up to my room to wash my face.

Yeah, it’s just going to get dirty again, but I’d rather not get laughed at going back outside. I run up the stairs, and make my way into my "old" room. I close the door lightly and make my way into the bathroom, I set the water bottles and apple on the counter, and turn the faucet on luke warm.

I look in the mirror and I did look like a laughing stock. I had smears of dirt all over my forehead with a light coat of really brown dust, except the half of my face that was covered. I had the black handkerchief around my neck loosely, my white t- shirt was covered in smeared dirt, and my legs as well have dirt all over them.

It’s all going to be worth it Iris. I say to myself.

I rinse off my face and dry it off, walking back into my room. I look around to see what I have to deal with when I pack all my stuff and start moving across the lawn. That sounds super stupid, but whatever.

I really don't have much, just a bunch of knit knacks, clothes - too much clothes, but I'm a girl, that's okay. My bed, two dressers, my desk, and my bathroom stuff. I'll just have to grab some boxes, and put stuff in them and push em on over. I have to go out anyways, So I'll finish cleaning, hopefully get done by six, go buy some boxes and drapes for the windows, come back start packing and get my ass out this house by 12.