She's Mine.

Happening.

* Sydney's P.O.V.

*Next Saturday*

Ok, I'm not going to lie, I am scared shitless. A lot has happened, I called Niall, forgot to hang up, Chatlie came back the next day whilst announcing that her and Harry are good friends. Pshhh! More like friends with benefits! (Even though they havent acctually had sex.). Anyway I have two hours until Niall picks me up. So, I started to get ready.

I ran over to my bed, well I tried, because I stacked, over my Memories Box! I thought I lost that. I got up sat on my bed and looked through the special box. I unraveled a sheet of A4 paper. It read; Steps of Successful Getting Ready.

1. Shower.

I did stink a bit. So I did. I locked the on-suite bathroom door and peeled of my clothes. I turned on the shower. As soon as the cold water hit my face I knew I was more awake. I washed my body then hair, and got out. I dried myself and brushed my hair, right, next step?

2. Outfit

Ok, outfit. I looked at the clock, 11:00am one hour and a half to go. I walked to my wardrobe and picked out some blue shorts, a black vest top, a blue lace top to go over the black vest top, black converse high tops and some accessories. Perfect! After I dressed, I looked at the sheet again.

3. Hair

True, my hair looked like a dumping ground. So I brushed, dried and stuck it up in a bun. I glanced over to the clock, 12:04 what?!? I took that long! Wow! Next step.

4. Make-up!

Yess!! My favourite part. I went down the F.C.B. route. Foundation, Concealer and Blusher. Then I applied my new sexy pink lip crayon from Boots and my 'Extra Volume' mascara. I tied up my shoes really tight, because the come undone a lot! 'DING DONG' Wow that was loud! I grabbed my keys, iPhone off charge, looked in the mirror and ran downstairs. I hated carrying the keys they always jingle in my bag, I never used them much. I only really use them now because I'm always the only one home. Pacei and Becki are on a 'romantic getaway' ugh, and as Becki is on holiday, Chatlie has to look after the tattoo parlour all on her own.

As I opened the door, a Blonde haired hottie stood in front of me. Niall. Omg he looks amazing! He was dressed in a pair of, by the looks of it, new white Supras, blue skinnies and a red polo, oh yeah and a black hoodie. (Hood down by the way). Suddenly a thick Irish accent cut the tension.

"Ready Sydney?"

"Umm... Yeah I think so" I smiled. I locked the door behind me and climbed into his shiny black Range Rover.

"Let's go to.." He paused. As I followed his gaze my eyes landed on a tall guy, around 6ft, so near Niall's hight. He guy looked at Niall then me. Why me?

"Stay in the car ill only be a minute". By the tone in Niall's voice this 'guy' wasn't Niall's friend.

At all.

I watched on as the men exchanged a few words. Then the guy said something to make him smirk, Niall looked at me and back to the guy, suddenly Niall's fist flew up smacking the man in the nose, causing him to fall down.

"Don't you dare touch her, Carnell, ever!"

Niall repeatedly punched 'Carnell' in the face, if he wasn't go to stop soon he would kill him. I cant be a witness of a murder; and I won't. I opened the door and raced over to the bloody-knuckled Niall.

"Niall! Stop please!"

"I told you to stay in the car!" He said between punches.

"We'll maybe I would of if you were not about to kill someone!"