Chapter 2 - The Date

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I stood looking in the mirror, brushing my blonde hair which only sat at shoulder length, I took in a deep breath my dark red dress which flew to just above the knee it fitted perfectly, my hair which sat in a straight line flew perfectly around my face. I did up my shoes and headed outside for the taxi. See London is expensive and I can’t afford a car, I can barely afford a one room shack with only a toilet and fridge. I sat in the taxi butterflies flew around in my stomach, My mind went blank and before I knew it I was there, sat minutes away from a different life. I stepped out of the car and pushed open the door to be greeted by a horrible women with the face of a pig. Name of reservation “Horan”, she smirked before looking me up and down, I’ll get someone to take you there now” she said. I felt sick from the way she looked, what was wrong with me this is how people have looked at me my whole life.

I was sat at the table munching on the bread basket when he walked in, in his black jeans with his black jacket and grey shirt, he looked like a model, he walked over to me and took my hand his touch seemed to tingled, it made me feel amazing, I stood up and came face to face with him, before he leaned in and kissed me once more on my check, I blushed as he pulled he just smiled at my reaction and walked over to his side of the table and sat down. Silence as we read the menu, minutes must have passed which felt like hour, it felt like the whole room could come crashing inwards, the waiter broke the silence with his question of what we wanted to eat, “I would like the hot spicy bbq chicken wings to start and then the mighty burger with no onion, and a side of cheesy chips and onion rings” I said lowering my menu to look at niall, who’s smile just seemed to grow “I’ll have the same as her” he said and with the waiter vanished. He laughed “It’s so good to find a girl who doesn’t just eat salads all the time, are you gonna give me a run for my money tonight cause I bet I can eat more” I burst out laughing. At least I didn’t feel like a pig any more. “Sorry Niall but I would win, cause that’s just my starter” He shook his head as he laughed.

Time seemed to fly by and before we knew it we were on deserts same again triple chocolate cake. “So tell me about yourself, I’ve been rambling on all night” He said.

“Its fine I like your rambling, but there’s not a lot to say I’m Hayleigh, I am 18, I live in London in a little flat and I have a cat called bud, short for Budweiser” I said. “At least I now know you like your drink that could come in handy, cause let’s face it I’m Irish and we need a few drinks in us” he laughed raising his glass before chugging back his beer.

The night was over and he was walking me home his glasses and Bennie on hiding his face from any paparazzi’s lurking. “So Hayleigh spill the beans, tell me more like what’s your favourite colour, food, number, where did you go to school, who’s your best friend, what do you hate, something”.

I looked at him and smile “Blue, my favourite colour is blue, I love all food, 13 is my favourite number, I went to Charles stokes secondary school, my best friends name Is Tam and I hate *cough*cough* get ready for the long list Bullies, Socks with Crocks, Brussels sprouts, Black and White films and by far the worst Maths”. I said making sure to answer all his questions. “Happy now” I smiled at him. “Ecstatic” he laughed gripping my hand even tighter. I smiled at him . “So Niall, if you weren’t in One Direction, what would you like to do?” I looked at his beautiful face . “ If I wasn’t in One Direction I would love to own a Nandos, but I would of called Nialldos”.

The night went on and we talked, like really talked, he told me everything and before I knew it we were walking hand in hand down the river themes. I felt his arm wrap around my waist and pull me close, I stood still gazing into his baby blue eyes. My heart began to beat so loud I feared he may have heard it. “Can I kiss you” his voice crackled out. He was a gentleman, I bit my lip slightly, feeling butterflies dance threw my stomach. I smiled and nodded “Of course”, before I knew it our lips were entwined moving with passion and romance, the heat and energy spread across. His hands moved to my hair as he fiercely moved his hand through it. His tongue fought with mine for dominance and I gladly surrendered this was, the most amazing feeling. One Day is all it has taken for me to have fallen head over heels in love with him.

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