Trace

Chapter 46

"Niall have you seen my curling iron?" I shout as I rummage through the flat.

He yawns and makes his way over to the bathroom, his hair sticking straight up.

"Don't think so," he states, rubbing his bare abdomen and heading into the door.

"No, don't go in there!" I plead, rushing to the bathroom.

However, he beats me to it and locks the door with a laugh.

"Niall!" I whine, "I need to get ready!"

It is six thirty in the morning, and I need to hurry so I don't miss my flight this morning.

"Do not take a shower Niall," I command.

"Cae, I didn't take one last night. Don't worry, I'll be quick," he argues on the other side of the door.

I grunt and stomp away, scavenging for my curling iron.

"Please don't tell me I forgot to pack it," I mumble.

I walk back to Niall's room and dig through my suitcase for about the one hundredth time this morning. My hand meets a cool metal surface, and relief flushes through me. I quickly clutch my found curling iron and place it on Niall's dresser.

Harry has since informed me that the party his roomate, Sean, is throwing for him is not until later tonight, so I decide to not get dressed for it until this evening.

However, I still want to look nice for when I see Harry today, and if Niall doesn't hurry up in the bathroom, that may not happen.

I get dressed into skinny jeans and pull a thick, green sweater over my head. My eyes wander to the time, and I'm doing good, so I decide to eat breakfast while I wait for Niall who's occupying the only bathroom.

After I make my way to the kitchen, I remember that he has just moved here and has no food with him.

"Of course," I groan and trudge back to his bedroom.

Just as I am about to plug in my curling iron, the bathroom door clicks open from down the hall.

"Told you I'd be quick," Niall grins to me, appearing in the bedroom doorway.

He is holding a towel around his waist and his chest gleams of water droplets from his shower.

"You don't have any food," I complain, bringing my curling iron and makeup bag with me as I go to walk out of the bedroom.

"I told you last night we can pick you up some food on the way to the airport," he reminds me.

I rush down the hall and into the bathroom and hurriedly shove the curling iron plug into the outlet.

"Cae, we still have plenty of time until your flight! You'll be fine!"

I zip open my makeup bag. "We still need to stop to pick up breakfast, and there could be traffic, and you just never know!" I refute exasperately.

I don't put too much makeup on, as I'll do that later when I get ready for Harry's party. I just put a little bit of eyeliner and mascara on with lip gloss.

I then brush my hair until it is straight and gleaming and pick up the curling iron. Thank goodness my hair isn't frizzy today.

It takes me a little while to curl my hair, and when I'm done, I bobby pin a strand from the front to the side.

I huff at my reflection and decide that I don't look too bad.

"Niall, hurry up! We need to le-"