I woke up the next morning to the strong scent of bacon and eggs. "..the hell?" I didn't have food in my house..
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and threw back my blanket. Instantly, I was freezing.
Shit. I need to turn the heater on.
I looked down at my outfit; tiny pajama shorts and a tanktop.
Or I need to wear clothes..
I rubbed the goosebumps on my arms and threw on my robe. I walked towards the kitchen, not expecting the sight that was awaiting me. I rounded the corner and instantly gasped. Laiya was standing there, her hair tied up into a messy bun, grocery bags all over the floor. She had some kind of batter on her face. There was a bowl dripping light yellow goop all over the floor.
I groaned. Pancakes? I fucking hate pancakes. She knows that.
I scanned the kitchen, taking in the mess that I was sure as hell going to be stuck with cleaning later. It looked like an episode of Hoarders. Disgusting.
"So, what's the plan for today?" I asked as I nibbled on a piece of crispy bacon.
"I was thinking we could go to the mall. To get some furniture." As she said this, her eyes scanned my living room. There was only a small couch and a dvd player.
"Agreed."
After breakfast, I took a relaxing shower. Well, as relaxing as a three minute shower can be. I put on black skinny jeans, a pink tanktop, a white sweater that I left unzipped, and the new white TOMS I got a couple days ago. I combed my fingers through my curls, put on eyeliner, mascara, a dab of concealer, perfume, checked myself in the mirror in the hall, and headed out the door with Laiya in tow.
Once we arrived at the mall, I had a sudden urge to go to Hot Topic. I knew I had to shop for furniture, but I just love that store so much! I told Laiya to meet me in the furniture place in about a half hour. I practically danced there; I hadn't been shopping in so long.
I had been there for at least 20 minutes. I had an armful of clothes, and I was currently looking at the dresses. I found nothing that interested me, so I turned around quickly and bumped into a guy. Everything in my arms fell to the ground in a heap.
"Sorry, love. My bad."
I groaned and began to pick up my merchandise.
"I've got it."
He bent down and grabbed everything with one hand. I felt kind of stupid. He stood up and handed my stuff to me. It was only now that I looked at him. He was around my age, a few inches taller than me, blonde, and-- OH MY GOSH. OH MY GOSH. IT'S NIALL HORAN.
Be cool. You don't want him to think you're an insane fangirl.
"T-thanks." Was all I managed to choke out.
Smooth.
"Hi. I'm Niall." He stuck out his hand and I shook it, impressed that somebody else in the world still shakes hands.
"I know exactly who you are. Uh, that came out wrong. I'm Rachael." I said, knowing I was blushing furiously. He didn't seem to mind my awkward comment, because he smiled and said "That's a beautiful name. For a beautiful girl." I looked at the floor.
I was pretty sure my face was going to either explode or burst into flames. Niall Horan just called me beautiful. Life = complete.
"Don't lie. But thanks." I was still looking at the floor.
"Ah, a humble one. Haven't seen many of your type lately." I finally looked up and realised he had an even more beautiful face in person.
"It's not humble; it's true."
His eyes flashed with concern. But only for a second. Soon, his bright blue eyes were happy again.
"I'm gonna have to change your opinion on that one. But not now. As you know exactly who I am, you know that I'm extremely busy, even when I really want to talk to a beautiful girl I just met." he looked at me with the most sincere look I had seen on a guy since - well, since forever. Just when I thought my face had returned to its normal colour, I was blushing again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an expensive looking iPhone. He unlocked it and handed it to me. "Put in your number? I'd like to get to know you." I was a little shocked, I have to say. It's not every day you meet your dream guy and he asks for your number...
I really wanted to, but as soon as I thought of seeing Niall again, memories came rushing back. The type of memories you keep locked up in the back of your head, hoping nobody will ever know them, and you will never have to experience thinking about them again. My eyes filled with tears.
"I'm sorry, but I just-- I can't. I'm so sorry. It was great to meet you..." And with that, I turned around and ran as fast as I could to the furniture store, leaving the boy I adore, and all my clothes, behind.
