Chapter Eight: Starbucks and Gloss Shopping (Part One)

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*by the time Sophie woke up*

Niall's P.O.V.

So excited to have a new friend. And by friend I mean only friend. Well, let's see if she just a friend or more than friends. I decided to make a good impression on her.

Now don't get me wrong, she looks nice, and pretty, but I think there's someone else is out there.

I put on my "Crazy Mofos" t-shirt, green snapback, an

d my normal go out pants.

I always wonder at the time when I met Kaitlin. She doesn't know I'm The Niall Horan, from world famous One Direction?! Hey, just wondering. I'm half-surprised, and half-relieved, though.

Now that I think about it, fans always freaks out when they found out: OH MY BLOODY HELL IT'S ONE DIRECTION LWYDBNWUDJSHDISJSHSJKSJDH! But then Katy is only like: Wahey, it's One Direction, I'm so surprised. She's perfectly calm when she meets a world famous super star. I wonder why.

I also put on my usual perfume, and I wait for my battery to charge.

Kaitlin's P.O.V.

I wanted to "show off" Niall how the Greenes do baking. I decided to make a stripes Rice Krispies. I got marshmallows, Rice Krispies, and Pina Colada food tasty thingy and two food colors of Orange and Green, and I call it, The Irish Krispies. I made it all, then I got a box and a Sharpie green marker to say: To: The Little Irish Guy. And no, I don't mean a leprechaun, even when he looks like one.

"Hey, Kates. What're ya doing?" Dylan looks over my shoulder.

"Making a new Rice Krispies, The Irish Krispies. Pina Colada flavored. It's for my friend."

"Ooo, Katy has a boyfriend, Katy has a boyfriend!" Dylan and Casey teased.

"Shut up," I playfully punched Dylan in the arm. "I don't even fully know him."

"What's his name?"

"Niall, why do you ask?"

"Is he Irish?"

"Well...yeah."

"Blonde faint hair?"

"Yes. And how on earth, do you know him?" I said, slightly creeped out.

"NIALL HAWTY HORAN IS FROM ONE BLOODY DIRECTION, YOU LIL' DINGBAT!" Casey screamed, reaching the core of the sun, causing it to explode. That didn't really happened, maybe I just hallucinated. After her terrible scream, Dylan and I looked at each other, then at her, then at each other, then at her again.

THIS WENT ON FOREVER! Then finally, we both exclaimed: "Huh?" Then Casey face-palmed.

"Why don't you, go to Google, and search it?" Casey whisper-shouted, and her voice is sounding like Sadako Yamamura.

"Later maybe." I said.

"Imma search it, nothing to do anyway." Dylan said. After opening his MacBook, he searched "One Direction".

"Okay, here's what it says: One Direction are a British-Irish boyband, yada yada yada." He said. We looked at him as if to say "And then....?" "What? I don't like to read these days."

"Fine, I'll read." I said. I murmured all the "deets" about Niall's boyband. I clicked Niall Horan, then his members, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson. But when I clicked Harry Styles, I almost died at the spot.

Harry Styles looks exactly like Jeremy Moore!

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A/N:

Hhey dere parteh peeps. Sorry if dis iz layt. I zuk att mking longg chapteers. I whent too a noon-wify howtell end staid dere four too daiz. I'm sowweh, alriyt, sorreh.

P.S. Now I may sound like I'm drunk or something. But, whateves. Bye.

~Nikolee

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