Mallory's POV
He said yes.
I stood in the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was nappy and I looked tired. My muscles ached.
I walked into my room and opened my closet doors wide. As I stared at my clothes, I realized that there was nothing I actually wanted to wear. This bothered me to the point I just grabbed a skirt and a white t-shirt and shut the door. My pajamas were pulled off my body, leaving me cold and even more tired than before. I quickly slipped into the t-shirt and shorts, which were not a very warm combo.
* * *
Skip. Skip. Skip.
"I hate this song!" I shouted.
I looked up at my alarm clock and realized what I had done.
I had wasted an hour laying in bed listening to music and playing apps.
Honestly, I didn't even remember getting back in bed in the first place.
I threw the blankets onto the floor and ran into the bathroom.
Make-up really was a girl's best friend.
* * *
I sat at a table texting my friend.
"So uh, are you going to spend this whole time on your phone or should we actually talk for awhile?"
I looked up to see a bundled up Niall. "You're late," I stated.
"I'm not late, I'm just on time." He winked and put his arm out for me to see his wristwatch. 12:00 PM. He was right.
"I can't wink," I stated.
"What?! That's horrible!" He laughed.
"Hey don't make fun of me!"
"Let's see it. Try your hardest."
"Niall don't make me do this!" I whined.
"Please? It'll be good. I can feel it."
I tried to wink and instead, both of my eyes shut.
He giggled. He was so cute.
"Hey! You're making fun of me for my double wink! You giggle like a little girl."
His cheeks turned bright red, "I'm leaving!"
"Hey I was kidding! Relax!"
He giggled again.
"That's a cute giggle."
His face turned brighter, "You didn't need to say that. That's too nice."
"I'm known for that personality trait." I successfully winked. I felt a deep accomplishment.
"YOU DID IT!" He jumped out of his chair.
Everyone in the shop looked at him. Old Niall would've sat back down and not said another word. But this wasn't old Niall.
"YOU WINKED! EVERYBODY SHE WINKED!"
I laughed uncontrollably, "Niall Horan you're crazy."
He grinned and said, "You have no idea."
A.N.
I really apologize if this chapter is no good. I've had a lot of homework and I'm pretty stressed. It'll be better next time. Promise. :)
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