Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 10

"They were nice people."  I state as we walk back to our hotel. 

"I hope we get to see more of them.  I liked 'em."  Niall states. 

"What'd Liam say?" 

"He was blabbing on and on about we didn't answer our door or our phones all day. Then he asked if Paul knew where we were.  Finally he made sure that I promised we'd be back in time." 

"He is an old person."  I agree from his earlier statement. 

"Is that our hotel?"  I ask pointing to brick building with all the paparazzi.  Niall nods and we dart around back before they could see us.  We run up all 8 flights of stairs, and by the time we reach our door we're both breathing hard. 

"That's the most physical exercise I've had in a while." I admit, sliding my key card.  It lets us in and I collapse on the bed. 

"What am I supposed to wear to a concert?"  I ask, sitting up and digging through the bag that's open. 

"Well you'll be back stage so I don't think it really matters."  Niall answers, flipping the telly on. 

"You're no help."  I pick up my phone and call Eleanor. 

"What're you wearing tonight?" I demand when she picks up. 

"Come to my room if you need something to wear."  She says and I can hear Louis groan in the background. 

"I'll be there in a minute."  I promise, stepping out of the room and hurrying down to their room after I hang up. 

"You're still in your PJ's?"  She asks when she opens the door. 

"I didn't feel like changing this morning and we haven't exactly been back."  I explain. 

"Where were you?" 

"We made some friends that live down the street.  They were really cool people." 

"Can I meet them?"  She asks, putting a big suitcase on the bed and unzipping it. 

"They're coming clubbing with us tonight.  Niall told them we'd pick them up at 11."  I explain, picking up a small piece of fabric that I think is a shirt. 

"You should totally wear that!"  She exclaims, shoving some jean shorts in my hand and pushing me into their bathroom.  I take the PJ's off and shimmy up the shorts and pull the small piece of material over my head.  It ends way above my bellybutton and I figure out it's a crop top.  I step out of the bathroom and look at Eleanor for approval.  She nods and forces me into a chair at the desk in the room. 

"Where'd Louis go?"  I ask, looking around the room. 

"He went down to your room claiming we were being too girly to be around."   Eleanor laughs, running a brush through my hair before picking up a curling wand and a straighter. 

"Which one?" 

"Straight for the concert, curled for clubbing."  I decide and she puts the wand back on the desk and plugs in the straighter.  While it's heating up she runs some serum stuff through my hair before the straighter beeps and she starts running it through my wavy hair. 

"I am so in love with your hair, Heather."  She gushes putting the straighter back on the table. 

"Where're Danielle and Perrie?"  I ask as Eleanor pulls out a makeup bag and I shake my head. 

"They're getting ready in Liam and Danielle's room.  Don't worry, I'm only adding mascara and lip-gloss."  She pulls out a tube of black mascara and hands it to me to put it on.  I oblige and trade it for the lip-gloss.