Good For Me ( Frat Boy Niall Fanfic )

Chapter 13

It took me an oddly long time to get ready. Usually, I can get ready in a half an hour, the longest an hour. But today it took me two. But I decided it was because I had to shower and redo my hair. Not because I spent extra time curling it with my flat iron. Or changed my outfit at least 15 times. Or because I actually did my makeup, all of it. No. It was because I had to get in the shower and not just wash my body, also my hair. And then blow-dry it straight. And then use a flat iron to flatten it. And then curl it. That’s why. It’s not like I was nervous, or excited. But because I had to shower. I was extremely glad at this point that I didn’t have a roommate. If they did they would ask me why I was going out at 11. Or having to explain why I was getting so dressed up so nice even though I didn’t care about the boy. Which I don’t. I care about where he’s taking me and if I would be underdressed. I settled on something I knew wouldn’t let me down. I put on a pair of high waisted jean shorts. With this white, wife beater crop top. I put a pair of combat boots as well, deciding if we went anywhere I would be dressed up enough to not be stared at and casual enough so that it wouldn’t look like I thought this over. I hoped everyone was in bed so they wouldn’t see me come downstairs dressed up so late. I open the door slowly, and no creak erupts and I’m let out a deep breath. I walk down the luckily, carpeted stairs and look into the living room to find it completely empty and I walk through it into the kitchen. I decide that maybe I should eat something; if he takes me to a party I doubt they’ll have any food…left. I opened the fridge, looking for the yogurt that I had bought earlier in the week and as I reach for it I hear the patio door’s slide open. Who the hell is that? Is there an intruder? I slowly walk over towards the sink, grabbing the potato smasher from right next to it and making my way to the doorway. My heart is beating fast and I’m just hoping it’s not a rapist or something. I hear the doors slide again and I swallow my saliva. I grab the mallet with both hands bringing it above my head and get ready to swing around and scare them if anyone really is trying to break into the house. I count quietly to myself  “1…2…3…” And I swing around and scream before I realize who it is. Nicole’s brown eyes widen and she drops all the papers and markers that she could barely manage in her petite arms. “Oh my god, I’m sorry…” I snapped back as she leaned down to start picking everything up. “It’s okay.” she laughed, and I could feel the tension in my shoulders loosen. “Were you going to mash me or something?” she laughed and I didn’t understand until I looked over at the cooking instrument and laughed with her. After we cleaned up her papers I asked her what she was doing here so late. And she told me about how she was making the signs advertising the fundraiser. She finally told me that Jessica was her cousin and that she would most likely get in if she organized the entire fundraiser, which I personally thought was a lot. “What are you doing so dressed up for?” she finally asked, the question I was dreading. Her eyebrow raised at me. “No reason… I just got home…” I lied, “I-I was just about to go to bed.” I rise from my chair. “Really? Wow, you look really good.” Nicole compliments, I don’t know why I felt the need to lie about going out with Niall. Maybe it was because I knew it would somehow get around to Amanda and she would harass me into sharing details and trying to get us together. Or people would wonder why I was even hanging out with him because he was a bad kid or something and maybe think I was a bad kid. “Well, I’ll be down here if you need anything… working on these posters. She shrugs, starting to figure out phrases to write on them. I tell her goodnight and go back up to my bedroom, leaning against my door inside my room. I wonder how the hell I’m going to leave here when my phone beeps. Shit. That has to be Niall and when I take my phone out I realize it is. He’s telling me he’s outside. I text him back and tell him I can’t go because Nicole is downstairs and she’ll see my leave. And I can tell if he sees my texts and once he does he calls me. “Just come outside.” He states quickly. “I can’t… I told her I was going to bed.” I answer, starting to pace my room. “Why’d you tell her that? You should’ve said I’m going out.” He responded. “Because then she would ask who I was with.” And then silence. After a couple seconds I say, “Hello?” to see if the line was cut.

“And what would you say?”

“What do you mean?”

“If she asked who you were going with what would you say?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“You wouldn’t say me wouldn’t you?”

“No… no…”

“Don’t lie to me… Listen, if you don’t want to hang out tonight don’t waste my time.”

“Niall, no it’s not like that it’s just…. Amanda’s been hassling me about talking to her about stuff like this and I don’t really want her to know…” I answer truthfully.

Silence.

“Go out the window.”

“What?”

“The window in the bathroom.”

“Niall, I’m not going to jump out of the bathroom win-…”

“I’ve done it a lot times come on… You can climb from the window sill down to the one below it and jump down.”

“Are you kidding me I’m not going to-…”

“It’s either the window or I knock on the front door.”

“…. Fine.” I answer, shutting the phone before he can answer. I make my way down to the bathroom and open the door slowly to see if anyone was in there taking a late shower or brushing their teeth. Once I decided no one was there I walked in and jogged to the window. I really just wanted to get this over with. When I lifted the window I stuck my head out and right below I saw Niall looking up at me. “Fuck.” I whispered, throwing my head up and hitting the window with my head. I brought my hand up to my head and shook my head at my idiocy. And soon I heard a chuckle coming from below and I look down to see Niall laughing at me. I let out a cough to show that I am aware of his presence and laughter. As soon as he looks to up to me I can see that glisteningly white smile. His blue eyes reflecting off the moons glow and making them in their own way glow. He hair now pushed up into the quiff I had grown accustomed to, although I loved his shaggy hair as well, giving him an innocent look. With this style he looked undeniably ready for anything life through at him. “I’m not the dumbass who hit my head on the window.” He shrugged his shoulder, letting out a laugh that made me feel like the sun was rising in me. “Shut up and help me, oh my god…” I respond, throwing my right leg out the window and turning to I was facing indoors. Then slowly I brought my other leg around. Only my toes fit on the edge and I could feel myself bouncing out of fear. I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths before lowering myself slowly. As I got my foot to reach the ridge of the first floor window I began bringing my other foot around. Halfway through my foot lost the ledge and I got the feeling in my stomach that I think everyone gets when they fall. The rising of your stomach so it’s in your chest, and your heart beating so fast you’re scared it’d pop out of your rib cage. It all happened so fast I didn’t have time to scream, only time to understand what was happening and before I knew it I was on the ground. But it wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. I open my eyes that were glued shut and looked around. I was indeed on the ground, alive, and uninjured, thank god. And I saw Niall right next to me. His face scrunched up in pain. His arms underneath my arms and the crevice of my knee. “A-are you okay?” I asked, removing myself from his grip and studying him. “Yeah, yeah you just…” he starts and I take in his appearance. A varsity jacket draped over his shoulders, the pattern in black and white print with what I recognized as Delta Sigma Theta’s Greek letters. “I just what?” I ask, helping him up and see his lower half dressed in black skinny jeans. “You crushed my dick, Man…” he mumbled, his hands cupping his genitals. My hand instantly flew up to my mouth. Trying to hide the laughter spewing out like vomit. “You think this is funny, don’t you?” he asked, a hint of a smile on his face. And all I could do is nod. “I probably deserve it… Come on, let’s go….”

Hi! Sorry this took so long, school has me insanely busy. I just wanted to ask if you liked the story and if you could imagine Camila Cabello as Roxanne? I love her so much and I just think she's a good fit for her. Excuse any errors as well, I just wanted to get this up as fast as I could so I didn't proof read although I'll probably do it in a couple days and fix it. I literally love you all so much for reading my story it's uncomprehensible. Don't forget to vote and comment, I love you guys!!! xxxxx