Lost Love (a Niall Horan fanfic)

Chapter 4

Sams POV

Gosh what am I doing?! I seriously asked him out? Did I really do that? I gotta check my phone. While picking up my phone with that silly frog phone case and click on massages I had convinced myself that it was all a dream, I'm not that stupid I would never ask someone out less someone I just met. Shit. It wasn't a dream. There they were. The massages. Even though it terrified me to just think of having lunch with Niall I couldn't help but smile when I saw his text. Fuck. I need to call April, and that's quick! I only had about two hours before he was supposed to pick me up. Should I call him and say that I got really sick? For god sake Sam you just came home from the hospital, they wouldn't have let you go if you had fever or something like that! I really need to call April. After trying about four times she finally picks up.

"What's the matter?" she answers

"Hello to you too." I sarcastically say "Why didn't you pick up?"

"I was in the shower. It's quite normal actually and because you need water to shower you don't have your phone with you. If you didn't know that." It was her turn to be sarcastic. I just muttered something as respond. "Now you answer my question; what's with the rush?"

"I'm freaking out April, seriously he's picking me up in like two hours. Two!"

"Calm down drama queen, wasn't you the one that asked him out?"

"Um yeah but-"

"Then why did you do that?" She cut me off.

"Um... Well I guess I thought it was a good idea."

"And why that?"

"'Cause he's special, different." I almost whispered. I'm so glad she can't see me 'cause I was literally red like a tomato.

"You know that I want you to start opening up to others and you also know that I will snap his neck if he hurts you." I could see that smirk on her face, but also that glimpse of concern that I always found in her almost black eyes, in front of me.

"I know, I know. April I'm not gonna lie I'm terrified."

"Don't be. I'm always here, remember that? Always. Also I think he's a nice bloke."

"Thanks, I maybe should get ready for that lunch?"

"Date. Sam it's a date." She teased and then hung up.

Wait! What time is it?! Holy shit! We talked for half an hour?! How is that even possible, we said like two things each. Fuck. Fuck everything. I really need to shower and I shower for at least 40 minutes. I gotta hurry, I literally ran into the shower. It was really hard to think about anything else than the date. I ended up thinking about this tv show that always was on the tv. Nobody liked it though they still had it going. Gosh it's horrible to shower with that cast on my arm.

After half an hour I was done with the shower and now the tricky things started. First of all: clothes. I could let my hair dry while picking out an outfit. What was I gonna wear? Not to formal but I can't really show up in sweatpants.

After throwing out and trying almost all my clothes I started with choosing bottom; I ended up with a high waisted dark green skirt. Hmm maybe this causal black top and my jeans jacket? Yup, that's gonna be it. After that I got to the hair. It was still a bit wet so I just dried it. Then I curled it slightly, it naturally curly but it easily got messy so I usually style it. Then I started with the makeup, not much at all. Just fix my skin a bit then an black eyeliner and mascara. Not to much but not to little, 'cause then I would look like hmm... a werewolf? Yeah, a werewolf but a really pale one. My skin is practically white. I checked the time, perfect! It's 1.55pm. Soon Niall will be outside my apartment, gosh I'm really doing this... That's when my phone buzzed.