My Princess

Chapter 8

"About that. I have a few friends I want you to meet." I say nervously, biting my lip with anticipation that the two craziest members would bust into my living room.

To my surprise, they walked into the house like normal humans. "Mom, this is Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson." I say, gesturing to each as I say their name.

"Its nice to meet you." Niall said kindly and formally, shaking my mom's hand. Louis mimicked him.

"Its nice to meet you too, boys. If I'd known you were bringing company, I would have cleaned up a little bit." Mom chuckles.

"Its fine mom. I'm just gonna hop in the shower and then we are going to get lunch and introducing them to Cold Stone." I say happily, still in disbelieve that I'm referring to One Direction.

"Ooh! Can I come?" She asks, suddenly very excited. "I want to see their faces when the try it for the first time!"

"Wow this must be some pretty amazing ice cream" Louis says with amusement and Niall chuckles.

"Sure Mom." I muse. Just then, Daisy walks in, woken by the new voices, no doubt. She sees the boys and runs to them, sniffing up and down their legs. "This is Daisy," I say with a giggle.

"Hi Daisy!" the boys coo, petting the short basset hound.

"I'm just gonna hop in the shower now!" I say, walking to my bedroom. I casually but quickly rip all of the One Direction posters on my wall and throw them in my closet. No need to risk completely embarrassing myself. I then grab my clothes and walk into the bathroom and hop in the shower.

Ten minutes later, a new record for me, I am out of the showers and getting dressed while dancing to Grade 8 by Ed Sheeran because why not. When I finished getting dressed, I open the bathroom door to help cool off.

I begin to blow dry my hair, still swaying to the music. Because I have the music cranked up, the hair dryer on, and my eyes closed, I am completely vulnerable to sneak attacks. And that's exactly what happens. One minute I'm spinning circles around my bathroom, the next I hear someone yell "Boo!!" right in my ear.

I drop the hairdryer, scream and open my eyes to see Niall laughing his ass off. "What the hell?!" I screech, punching him on the chest, probably hurting myself more than him.

"That was hilarious!" he hiccups."

"I beg to differ!" I say, still a bit shaken.

"Well its your fault!" He replies, more like whines.

"Oh really?" he nods. "And how's that?" I ask, crossing my arms and looking at him expectently.

"You're taking too long!" He whines again.

"Have patience!" I say, resting my hands on his shoulders and looking into his eyes. He sighs obnixiously. "Listen, I just have to put on my makeup and we can go."

I reach for my eyeliner but he grabs my wrist. I give him a questioning look. "Don't need makeup to cover up. Being the way that you are is enough." He sings. I laugh it off and try to apply makeup again but he takes it from my hand this time.

"Look, you aren't making this go any faster." I say, raising my eyebrows.

"I''m serious." He says, barley above a whisper. In that moment, I realize how close we are. His hand is still on my wrist, though not in a threatening way, just like he forgot it was there. Our bodies are nearly touching and I can feel his breath on my face. "You're beautiful just the way you are." he continues. "And I know thats super cliche but its so true for you." He hesitiates before kissing my forehead.

Then, just like that, he's back to his normal, carefree-mofo self. He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the bathroom and straight out the door. "I guess we're leaving!" I call out behind me with a chuckle.

"That we are!" Niall says in his beautiful Irish accent. And with that Louis and Mom followed and we were off to Cold Stone.