She's Not Afraid

Best Day Ever

***Chapter 32***

            Later that day, I tell Harry that I’m going to visit Josh at the nearby hospital and He offers to come, but I deny it. Honestly, I’d rather have Niall come with me just because it seems like the three of us had known each other forever.

            Niall drives us to the hospital, but before we even get on the road, I’m already begging him for coffee. Don’t blame me; I haven’t had anything besides a Poptart all day.

            “PLEASE NIALL.” I beg to him. “Please please please please pleeeease!”

            “FINE. Jesus Christ, just shut up already.” He tells me, pinching my cheek like I’m a little kid. I smile at his funny gesture.

            We end up pulling through the drive thru at Starbucks and I just get a mocha while Niall, on the other hand, gets some big complicated diva drink that I can tease him about now.

            “Uh, yeah, hi, can I get a triple chocolate extra explicit mocha with whipped cream that is fresh, hold the chocolate shavings thanks.” I say in my terrible Irish diva voice.

            “Shut up.” He says, nudging me, but still keeping his eyes on the road. He nudges my arm with the tip of his elbow and just so happens to spill hot coffee all over me. Thanks.

            “Ow, wow, ok, that’s hot, ouch, owww.” I complain about the hot liquid that was now all over my lap.

            Niall takes his eyes off the road for a second or two to look at the coffee that was spilled.

            “Jesus, Sorry.” He apologizes, putting his eyes back on the road gripping the steering wheel with his left hand, while grabbing a napkin and blindly rubbing it against where the coffee spilled on my thigh.

            I touch his hand, making him stop. I know it was only a helpful gesture, but yeah, it was kind of uncomfortable for me.

            “Uh, Niall,” I say, lifting his hand and taking it off my upper leg. “Kind of awkward…” I drag out my words in the last sentence.

            His cheeks flush red and he puts his hand back on the steering wheel. He mutters about a million apologizes under his breath and I roll my eyes. What a weirdo.

            “Do you have spare pair of pants?” I ask nonchalantly.

            “Uh, maybe Khakis.” He replies, jabbing his thumb to the back seat. “They might n fit you, though. You should’ve asked Harry. His skinny jeans would fit you perfectly.” He joked.

            I laughed way harder than I should have at that one.

            When we reach the hospital, I jump out of the car and open the door to the backseat, diving in and rummaging around in all of Niall’s junk.

            I saw everything except a pair of spare pants.

            “Ugh.” I groan and look down at me blue jeans with a now poop brown stain all over my thighs. Wow.

            I get out of his car, slamming the door shut and leaning against it in frustration. I clench my fists to keep from stabbing someone. I don’t even know why I’m so angry, it’s just a stain. A HUGE stain. And I’m stuck wearing these pants for the rest of the day. And I’ll smell like coffee all day, which I’m sure will get worse as it goes on. And it’s that time of the month and I feel bloated and feel like I’m about to puke even though I ate almost nothing today. I feel like I’m getting stabbed from the insides. This day just keeps getting better and better.