bestfriends {nh au}

pt. 7

Ashton texts me while we're on the bus back home.

ashton: the boys' bus is so smelly :/

me: girls' bus just smells like a mix of everybody's perfume and it's kinda just :,)

ashton: no amount of axe body spray could cover up the b/o in here
ashton: but that's not an experiment i'm willing to try

me: could you imagine omg

ashton: it would be like middle school boys' locker room all over again

me: OMG that reminds me of a time in sixth grade in the locker room

ashton: do tell

me: we had just gotten out of pe and i pulled my shirt out of the locker and my deodorant fell down and it broke all over the floor and i had to get my pe teacher bc it was dead ass ALL OVER the floor. the next day she lectured us all on appropriate locker room etiquette or some crap it was so funny

Rachel pulls me out of my little world. "What are you all smiley about?"

"I just remembered something from a long time ago is all." I answer.

"Who are you texting?" She asks, eyes narrowed.

"Ashton."

"Ashton Irwin?" She raises her eyebrows and I nod. "He's cute!" Once again, I nod. "What about Niall?" She says curiously.

"What about Niall? Of course I'm still in love with him but he'll never feel the same so what's the point? Plus, I don't even know if I like Ash yet. So, no harm, no foul." I explain.

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Ashton has asked me on a date. We're gonna go to a movie and then go get some frozen yogurt.

I'm getting ready for my date when I get a text from Niall.

nialler: hey do you wanna hang out??

me: can't, sorry:/

nialler: why not:(

me: i have a date in like 45 minutes

nialler: with ash??

me: yep

nialler: ok have fun and be safe, text me when it's over. i'll ttyl

me: byyyyeee

I'm dressed in skinny jeans and a tight gray cami with a large purple flannel tied around my waist. I put on my makeup and straightened my hair. I slip on my vans and wait for him to get here.

NIALL'S POV

I know what you're thinking, why isn't this bothering me? The answer is: it is. I've never been so bothered by anything in my entire life.

I keep waiting for her text. Damn, how long can this date be? Her date started at 6 and it's already 11. I texted her, asking if she's done, just in case she forgot to text me. That was an hour ago. She couldn't even text me back?