Daydreamer. (A Niall Horan fanfiction)

Chapter 37

*Rosey's POV*

"Stop crying, or you'll make me cry" I smiled weakly, wiping away a few of her tears. And I don't cry easily.

"I'm sorry" She sniffed "Its just, I'm gonna miss you guys"

"Ally honey, it'll be okay" Her mum, Aine (pronounced Awn-ya, if you couldn't figure it out) soothed, pulling her in for another hug.

"Its only 6 weeks without me, I bet you can last that" I encouraged her, winking behind Aine's back.

"C'mon Weasle. You've done this before" Darren had just come back from putting her bags on the trolley thing with Cory, who was smiling up at his sister.

"Have fun in England. Get me a T-Shirt will you?" I burst out laughing at this. What Cory doesn't realise, is that he is possibly one of the funniest people I have ever met. Sure, his autism  might be difficult for him sometimes, but he is nearly always making jokes or witty comments, that no one else would think to make. And for that, laidies and gentlemen, is why Cory Brooks is a legend.

"Go get to your gate sweetheart, don't wanna miss your flight do you now?" Phil - Her Dad - kissed the top of her head before we made our final goodbyes, Ally tearing up again. 

"Your going on a  Tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates, who happen to think your great. WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!" I threw my hands up in defeat "I can never win with you"

Se giggled before hugging me "I'll call you when I land"

"Yeah yeah" I all but pushed her through the door to the passenger lounge bit. Six weeks, and then Rosalina Tanner is back in London.

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"Rosey's phone, and who might this be?" I grinned, knowing she couldn't see me. as I picked up the call.

"Hey, I'm in Heathrow.. Waiting for a taxi"

"A taxi? Dude I swear you could get a limo" I managed to do that thing where you balance the phone between your neck and your shoulder; sorting through my wardrobe needed two hands.

"Attracts to much attention" I could hear her moving about her bags, even when were in different countries. The wonders of technology.

"Right. Let me get this straight, your a celebrity, dating another celebrity, your like everyone's new obession, your going on your with a worldwide famous boyband, which your boyfriend happens to be a member of, and your afraid of attracting attention?"

"Yeah, pretty much" 

"Something else you are" I shook my head and carried on looking through the vast racks of clothing in my wardrobe. You think a simple school skirt (which i own two of) wouldn't be that hard to find. 

You thought wrong.

I have less than 24 hours till i'm meant to be sitting in a history lesson, and i can't find my skirt or school pumps. Skinny jeans and converse it is - that'll please the head teacher.

"Gotcha" I muttered, pulling out the ugly (sort off, its alright I guess) grey pleated skirt.

"Are you talking to yourself, or me..?" Oops, forgot she was on the phone.

"Would it sound better if I said I was talking to you?"

"No. I know you were talking to yourself" Ah nevermind. "Hold on, taxi's here, i'll put you on hold"

"Don't you dare put me on hold, you know i hate getting put on ho-" beep beep beep beep be- okay I get it, i'm on hold

"k i'm back" She said like two minutes later, I could hear shuffeling meaning she must be sorting out her bags or something.