Over Again (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Dyandra POV

Haven't we taken enough test? This is seriously the fifth one I've taken today. I'm so sick of these classes.

I start to tap my pencil to a random beat and watch the clock. Students are still testing? Seriously? Wow.

"And... time." Professor Smiths petite voice rings through my ears. I grab my test and shoot out of my desk. I shove the horrid test in his hands and speed walk back to my desk. I shove my pencil and binder in my bag and hightail out of that awful classroom.

As soon as I walk out the door I smile. I am free for the whole summer. What to do? I hear the clacking of heels and turn to see where the noise is coming from. Ah. Amy.

"Dyandra! Wait up!" Amy calls at me and I cross my arms over my chest while I wait for her. She wears heels, but can't walk in them. I've seen a guy walk in heels better, and that was disturbing.

"Ugh, final tests are always so awful!" Amy groans as soon as she reaches me. Her strawberry colored hair curls at the tips and reaches just below her shoulder. Her black and white dress clashes with her brown eyes if I do say so myself.

"So, you got any plans for later?" Amy asks me, eyes level with mine. She a bit shorter than me so the heels level us. She not the skinniest girl. She's gorgeous though.

"Do I ever?" My slight Irish accent rings. My parents are American, but I lived in Ireland for the first 18 years of my life and developed a hint of an accent.

"Well, I still need to ask." Amy states as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

"I was thinking a club." Amy says as we reach our car. We share a car and a flat. The flat is big for us. We don't have a lot in it and its two bedroom and three bathroom with a spacey kitchen. It was a steal. (Not literally XD)

"A club?" I ask/whine. She knows I hate clubs. Drunk, sweaty people. They're idiotic and I can't stand being near drunk people.

"Come on Dyandra. It's summer break !" Amy protested. I don't care if it was Saint Patricks Day, I'm not going to a club. Just awful.

"Why? We could sit at home in pjs and watch movies!" I complain as we get into the car. I start the engine and start the five minute drive to our house.

"You do that every night. You need to do something new. If you go, I'll never ask you to go anywhere again." Amy pouted. I knew she would still drag me places but oh well.

"You are buying your own drinks." I grumble and pull into our drive way. I walk into our house and Amy shoves past me into my room.

"Hey, Amy! I don't remember switching rooms!" I call to her and speed into my room.

"Wear this." She holds up a purple party dress. Short and tight. Of course. She runs to her room and grabs black denim and what seems to be cork stuff heels and there are little bows on the toe tip.

"Put this on. Now. I need to go change." She stumbles into her room. You would've guessed she's already drunk.

I sigh to myself and put on the uncomfortable dress and heels and walk to her room. Amy is adding more blush to her cheeks and smiles in the mirror. She's in a pink strapless, mid thigh, tight dress with white heels.

"Make up time!" She claps and my eyes widen and I shake my head. I don't wear make up.

"Too bad. You have to." Amy forces me to sit on the stool and applies mascara, gray eyeshadow, and some shade of pink lips gloss to my face. I hate the feel of make up. It seems almost heavy and gross.

"Gorgeous!" Amy squeals and I scoff.

"I wasn't before?"

"You know what I mean Dyandra. Grumps magee, are we?" Amy mumbles and I sigh.

"Ok let's go go go!" Amy squeals yet again and scurries out of the room.

This was going to be a fun night.

Note the sarcasm.

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A/N

Short chapter.