Horan Next Door (a Niall Horan fanfiction)

Chapter 13: ...but baby?

Chapter 13

.....but baby?

~~Skylers POV~~

It's been a week now since the whole thing with Niall and I.

We aren't officially a couple, but we sure act like one. I want him to ask me to be his girlfriend because I'd sure say yes.

Lately though Niall has been extremely busy. Sometimes I fucking hate that he's famous, as selfish as that is, because he never has time.

He has cancelled on 3 dates. Is that like a warning? My anxiety has a list of the worst possible outcomes.

For example: what if there's another girl? Has he lost interest? Am I supposed to take a hint for this? Is this his way of telling me it's over?

The list goes on forever.

He keeps apologizing for missing dates but it's just hard. Tonight though, Niall said will be different!

Tonight we have a date at 8 pm because he said he'll be out of that damn studio. Niall is coming here for dinner so I was planning on making him something, 'the way to a mans heart is through his stomach', and that's what I plan on doing!!!

It's only 1 in the afternoon now. I haven't exactly figured out what to make.....

I decided to make lemon, rosemary chicken breasts with mashed potatoes and gravy....mmmm.

I hope he likes it!

I walk to the kitchen and open the package of defrosted lemon, rosemary chicken breasts and place them on a pan. I cut the lemons and sprinkle juice over the chicken along with pinches of rosemary. I then put the chicken in the oven and wash potatoes.

I mash the potatoes and cool them, I then place them in the oven to bake some more before going to get ready.

I decide to put my hair in a curled bun with loose ends here and there. I put on some makeup before going to get changed.

For my outfit I put on a strapless red dress that clung nicely to my body, defining my curves. The dress reached mid thigh. I covered my shoulders with a navy blue blazer and wore black heeled ankles boots to top the outfit off.

Once I was done changing I went back to the dining room and set the table nicely. I put plates out with good cutlery and fancy napkins all being in a red theme.

The oven dings and I finish lighting a couple candles before going and grabbing the chicken. It's cooked perfectly and the potatoes are ready now too. I put the food out on serving plates and sit at the table waiting.

He'll show up this time. I'm sure.

_1 and a half hours later_

Where could he be? He was supposed to be here an hour ago! I can't believe he's doing this....again!!!! Like are you kidding me?

My phone makes a notification sound and I check the screen. Niall texted me.

'Sorry babe,

Can't make it tonight xx-'

No. Not this time. He stood me up basically. God. To think I put in so much effort. I think he's lost interest.

And with that, my anxiety freaks, my body shuts down, and I cry.

I cared about him.

I send him a quick text

'But baby.....you've got to be kidding me'.

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