Last Summer - Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

beep beep beep

"mfh" I groaned into my pillow, as I stretch my arm out, violently smacking my alarm clock next to me in desperate hope to hit the snooze button. It didn't work.

I slowly crawled out of bed and turned off the beeping sound. I yawned and scrunched my eyes shut before opening them and turning on the lights. I winced at the sudden change of brightness. I look around my room and see two suitcases lying on the floor, and next to one of them, the half-awake body of my best friend Ava.

As I am still half asleep, it took me a while to remember. Florida today. The thought immediately woke me up faster than any coffee could, and I squeal and tackle Ava, shouting in her ear, "WAKE UP AVA, WE GOTTA GO TO FLORIDAAAA!" A small smirk spreads across her sleepy face as she stretches her arms up above her head.

I told Ava I was going to use my shower, and said that she could use my aunts. I peeled off my pyjamas and turned on the hot water. The room began steaming, and the mirror fogged up instantly.

I stepped underneath the shower head and let the small beads of warmth roll over my body. I close my eyes and picture the sunny beach in Florida. I picture the perfect blue sky, the clear ocean, the blazing sun and the refreshing smell of the salty air. There was only one thing bothering me at the back of my mind. The plane.

I've always hated planes. Planes are one of my biggest fears, and when I was younger, Ashton and I watched a movie in which one of the scenes consisted of a giant plane smashing into the side of a cliff, brutally murdering everyone in side it. That definitely didn't help my fear out too much. Even the thought of flying makes my heart race, and my hands shaky.

Calm down, Millie. I thought, It'll be fine. I shook my head, and tried to forget about the plane. At least for now.

I washed my hair and ran my vanilla scented shower gel all over my body. I turned off the stream of water and quickly wrapped a fluffy towel around me, before walking back to my room. I walked along the corridor, and I passed by Ashton's room. I felt a lump gather in my throat. Ashton has to stay back in London for the summer, he has to do work experience for Uni. I miss him.

I lift my head up and continue walking to my bedroom. I hear the distant sound of another shower being used, and I assume it's Ava. Once I reach my room, I pull out a plain white crop top and some VS sweatpants. It may not me the cutest of outfits, but I honestly don't care what I look like when I'm about to ride in a machine 50,000 feet above the ground which could potentially kill me.

I head back to the bathroom, get dressed and blow dry my hair. I sweep it up into a messy bun on the top of my head, before coating my eyelashes in mascara, sweeping eyeliner across my eyelids, and smearing some pale pink lipgloss across my lips. I glance in the mirror, and once I'm satisfied with what I see, I walk back to my room.

Ava's sitting on the floor, her now wet hair pulled up into a high ponytail. She's wearing a pale pink oversized t-shirt and some leggings, along with her white beat headphones on her head. She looks up at me and smiles. "Ready to go?" She asks, while pulling the headphones down so they are resting on her neck.

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p' before grabbing my backpack and my blue suitcase. Ava does the same as we clank our bags down the stairs, not-so-gracefully.

I can hear my aunt and uncle laughing from the kitchen. We put down our bags and head towards their laughter. "That was probably the quietest anyone has ever carried their bags down the stairs, girls," she snickers as we walk in. I stick my tongue out at her while Ava shrugs before we start rummaging through the kitchen cupboards to find something to eat.