Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 25.

• Twenty Five : What's this? •

  ✨June 24th 2018;

Finally everyone received their diploma, which was quite long for me considering me with the surname Clarke, I was one of the first to be called on stage. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed as I walked across a stage and Niall, Louis, and Dylan cheered and whistled so loudly, whilst Perrie, Caitlin and Danielle, who still came despite her and Louis' breakup, screamed at the top of their lungs. My family, and Niall's who were adamant to be here for my graduation were a little more, um, Less embarrassing with their cheers, but nonetheless, I watched them laugh at the antics of my boyfriend and friends.

Emma, who is sitting beside me, considering her surname, Everton, nudges me as the head of our university takes to the stage for one last time, placing herself in front of the podium.

"I guess this is it?" She whispers.

For those of you who remember Emma, you're probably questioning why she's speaking to me, and well, for those of you who don't, Emma is the really mean girl. Remember her? The one who hit on Niall and threatened me to stay away from him?

Well... she's actually a really cool girl. She apologised to me a few months back, although ensuring me she didn't expect me to accept her apology after everything, but I obviously did. She explained how she let the people whom she had hung around influence her a little too much, and she went along with their bitchy attitudes so that she could fit in and they would accept her.

We've hung out quite a bit over the last number of months, and she's been on a few night outs with the girls and I, however, Niall and Louis have gone back to training, and had their first match of the season a few weeks ago. Whilst she might've seemed like she was obsessed and possessive of Niall in the past, she hasn't seen Niall once in the last couple, maybe four months, that we've been hanging out. Not intentionally of course, but she hasn't asked about him once, and it's clear to see she has no interest in my boyfriend.

"Well, we have the event after this, and then this is it," I nod to her, smiling.

"What are you doing after this?" She mutters, neither of us paying attention to the woman on stage who has already begun speaking.

"I'm going to makeup school to become a qualified makeup artist," she and I try to hold back a laugh.

Here I am, graduating with an English degree and I'm going to makeup school to become a qualified makeup artist. Not even considering letting my English degree take me anywhere.

I have decided I want to be a makeup artist, and then I want to take a course in nails so that Perrie and I stop pitching out a fortune on getting acrylic nails every time one of them fall off. Caitlin too, because she's constantly complaining of not having money to get hers done, and Debbie refusing to pay thirty three pound every two to three weeks for her to get them done, despite getting them done for herself on a regular basis.

"A makeup artist, Freya?" She snorts. "What was the point of you coming to uni?"

I shrug, pulling a strange face. "I wanted the uni experience," she laughs out loud right then, but quickly slaps her hand over her mouth, attempting to stifle the ones that come after as we both turn our attention back to the front, not making any eye contact with one another in fear of not being able to control ourselves.