Niall 's P.O.V.
I liked this girl, even though she was a fan. I was just about to get her number when she looked off into the distance, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, but I just-- I can't. I'm so sorry. It was great to meet you...", was the last thing she said to me. After that, she turned around and ran out of the store, before I had a chance to get my phone back. What just happened? Did I have stinky breath? I breathed into my hand and sniffed; minty. As always. Well what did I do? All I knew was, a beautiful girl had my unlocked phone with her. And there was some stuff on there I'd rather she didn't see...
Rachael's P.O.V.
I kept running, and I didn't stop until I reached the furniture store I'd promised to meet Laiya in. Once I found her, she was looking at some kitchen tables, and babbling on to the store clerk, who looked about ready to jump off a building at this point. I grabbed her arm and she let out a loud shriek before she recognized who I was. She started to yell at me but when she saw my tear-and-mascara-stained cheeks, she stopped. "Wha...?" She began, but I cut her off. "We n-need to go. N-now" I said in between sobs. She knew that I tried my hardest not to cry in public, so it was better to just follow me now, and ask questions later.
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It had been a week since the run in with Niall. But definitely not a week since I'd thought about him. I sat on my bed, clutching his phone in my hand. I had switched it off as soon as I realised I had it. I just didn't feel right going through someone's phone, especially a famous guy that you're practically in love with... Before turning it off a couple days ago, I texted myself off of it so I had his number. I finally got up the courage to see him. I set his phone down and searched through the phonebook to find his home number. There were no Horans. I guess he was going to have to find me.
Niall's P.O.V.
At least a week had gone by since Rachael had taken my phone. I knew it hadn't been on purpose, but still, I wanted my phone back! I figured if she wanted to get a hold of me, she would've by now. I suddenly realised something.
I'm not in the phonebook.
Of course! That's why she didn't call me! She didn't have my number!
I jumped off the couch and ran to check the phonebook.
Rachael's P.O.V.
I was sitting in my bed, snuggled up, watching mindless tv when suddenly my cellphone rang. Another odd occurance. I didn't even know my phone could call, to be honest. I always talked on the home phone when I still lived with my parents. The caller I.D. said 'Unknown Number'. Well, obviously. I have 1 contact. I answered.
"Hey, beautiful. It's Niall."
My stomach did cartwheels. How did he get my number?
Oh my God, he's going to be so angry I didn't call him! He's going to yell at me! Niall Horan! Yelling at ME! Wait.. Did he say hey BEAUTIFUL?
"Um..h-hi." Damn, this boy knew how to make me stutter.
"So. I was a bit upset that we didn't get to finish our conversation from a few days back. And, I believe you have something of mine."
"Shit, yes. I swear I didn't mean to take it, please please don't be mad!" I pleaded. The last thing I need is Niall to be pissed off at me.
He laughed softly." Don't worry about it. It works out for me. Because you're going to have to see me so I can get it back. I contacted Laiya, your friend. She gave me your address. I'm waiting downstairs. What's a guy gotta do to get let in?"
I never thought somebody's voice would make me want to vomit. Least of all, Niall. I wasn't upset with him, but I was sitting in my room, as I had been all day. And what does a girl leave out of her routine when she's not leaving the house? That's right. Makeup. I can't answer the door to Niall looking like I just walked out of a horror movie! But then again, I can't exactly make him sit down there for half an hour while I make myself look half decent. I suddenly realised something - how did he know about Laiya? I hadn't mentioned her, and he hadn't seen her. That was a minor thing, so I pushed it to the back of my mind. I focused on the present matter.
"..Seriously?"
"Seriously. Let me in, I'm bloody freezing!"
My heart dropped about ten thousand feet.
"Okay."
Before I knew it, I heard a knock on my door. I hadn't managed to get any makeup on. This is going to be interesting. I swung open the door and smiled as sweetly as possible, hoping my straight, white teeth would distract from the fact that I looked like something snaked out of a shower drain...
"Au naturel. I like it."
Oh thank God.
"..Really"
"Yeah, I don't see why girls need makeup anyways. They're all beautiful."
My heart melted. I knew I liked him the best for a reason. I handed him his phone.
"So, I am very apologetic but I can only stay for 5 minutes. But I will be here tomorrow afternoon at 1 sharp to pick you up." He smiled.
"For what?" I asked.
"A date." he replied.
"Whose date?"
"Our date."
"We're going on a date?" I sounded calm, but my heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode.
"Indeed."
I laughed at his cuteness.
"What are we going to be doing on this date of ours?"
"It's a surprise."
I hate surprises. "I love surprises!"
"Good. I must be going now, but it was lovely talking to you. I have your number. See you tomorrow!"
He kissed me on the cheek and I almost starting crying tears of joy. He smiled, and left, closing the door behind him.
I did a ridiculous dance for the next half hour, screaming something about how excited I was. I was thinking about what the surprise would be. Then it hit me:
What am I going to wear?
