Once

Chapter Twelve

A/N;

Courtney requested a Niall&Courtney chapter, this one is dedicated to you babe! x

Courtney

Niall didn't hold back on anything, despite the fact that he'd known me for a week and we'd been going out for three days. He'd already taking me to the cinema and bowling. This morning he had planned on taking me to play mini golf, but this morning I woke up with my fucking period. I wanted to punch Mother Nature in the face. I woke up at one thirty, and struggled to pull myself out of bed. I went and had an hour-long shower, just standing there doing nothing. I sent Niall a text saying I couldn't make it because I was sick. Clara was in her room reading, and Stella was out, probably getting another fucking tattoo. I got out the chocolate and the litre ice cream tub. I poured some waffle mix into the iron, grabbed a spoon and just shovelled a table spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. I grabbed the heat pack and threw it into the microwave and set it for a minute. I raced back to the waffle iron to find it wasn't even on. Pissed off, I quickly turned the iron on. Just then, I got a reply from Niall.

From: Niall

Are you ok babe?

I typed in a quick Yes just as the microwave went off. I raced over to it to find the fucking bag had split. Wanting to just rage quit on life, I smelt burning. I dashed back to the waffle iron, finding my waffle was burnt. Screaming out of anger, I threw the waffle into the bin and just threw myself onto the couch, eating ice cream and chocolate.

From: Niall

Do you need anything?

Smiling, I replied Wish I had a heat pack, haha. Hint hint, although this was Niall we were talking about - he'd probably read the message over, laugh and go back to eating or what ever. Just before I could take another scoop of ice cream, there was a knock on the door.

"It's unlocked." I call, not wanting to get up. Just then, Marie, my stylist, entered the hotel. Then I remembered we had a concert that night. Fuck.

"So, I got the perfect outfit for you!" She grinned, dragging a giant suitcase behind her. Let me just explain the type of person Marie is to you; Marie is the sort of reason even pretty girls have a low self esteem. Her looks were the definition of perfection. She had short blonde hair which she usually wore extensions in, she had giant blue-green eyes and the longest eyelashes EVER. Her lips were naturally a dark color, as if she permanently had lipstick on. She had perfect dimples, perfect tanned skin, perfect straight teeth, perfect slim figure with perfect boob-and-bum size, and I hated her because of it. I had an outfit thrown at me, and I know full-well that no matter what you say, Marie won't leave a room, even if you're getting changed. She sifted through the makeup she had, trying to find some nice colors that would match my outfit, so I took this as the perfect time to get up and get changed, not even bothering to go into a different room. It was only Marie, after all. What I had on for tonight wasn't as bad as what I normally have to wear for concerts. It was a mullet dress with a black top which faded into a dark blue, transparent bottom. I had a pair of shorts on underneath, and beside me sat a giant pair of silver heels I'd fallen in love with. The rest of the jewellery I had been given was silver - although it was just faked silver, Marie knew I was allergic to real silver. I put it all on, and Marie grinned at me.

"Do I look alright?" I ask, smiling back.

"Don't be silly, of course you do!" Marie said with her high-pitched voice. I smiled back at her. "Jay will be here in half an hour." Marie said, getting up and grabbing the suitcase, leaving the makeup and some hair accessories on the coffee table. Jay was my best gay mate. He always did my hair and makeup AMAZINGLY.

"See ya, Marie." I said. She looked back at me and smiled.

"Break a leg!" Marie grinned before closing the door behind her. I threw myself back onto the couch, collecting my ice cream again. Half an hour, that's how long I had. Oh joy. Checking the time on my phone, I wanted to roll over and die when I saw the time was three in the afternoon. I had spent an hour on the couch doing nothing but eating chocolate and ice cream. Just then there was a knock at the door, but before I could invite the person in, Marie came running back into the room screaming. I jumped up, thinking someone was going to kill us.

"What's wrong?!" I screamed with her. Clara came running out her room, freaking out.

"What the hell?!"

"Niall Horan is walking down your hallway!" Marie screamed, jumping up and down and hugging me, and I just giggled.

"Well of course I was, my babe needs her superman." A voice from the doorway said, and we all looked up to see Niall standing there, grinning, holding up a bag of shopping. Clara rolled her eyes and walked back into her room, and Marie looked like she was going to faint. I showed a very stunned Marie to the door and closed it before she could say anything more.

"Sorry." I blushed.

"It's ok." He said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled the shopping bag up onto his lap and opened it up. He handed me a heat pack, two blocks of chocolate, some whipped cream and a bag of lollies. "I got you these, too." He said, handing me a box of pads, blushing. "Harry guessed you being sick was just an excuse, and it told him to butt out, but I took his advice, but if that's not it, then I'm sorry, because that would be awkward-" I cut him off, putting a finger to his lips.

"Thank you." I smile at him. He was perfect.

A/N (again);

So I wasn't too sure how to write this chapter, then I was like 'Well, all of the boys say Niall always knows how to care for a girl on her period' so I was all like ding ding ding, idea!! Yeah, my inspiration for this chapter xD Le Nialler on the side, an oldie but still my favourite photo of him x