Same Mistakes: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Same Mistakes: Chapter Seventeen.

Sorry guys! This is just a filler chapter. Next week she'll start dancing, the story will all be over soon. I'm sad about it. Anyway, thanks for reading cupcakes! (: xx

“Today is the day, is the day!” I sang while dancing around the room. The past few days Niall’s been at the other boy’s flats while I worked, I slept over with him, he just wasn’t allowed in the flat until I was done. I spun around the room over to the three boys, Liam was with Niall until later. “Calm down love!” Zayn said petting my head. “It looks really good!” Louis said nodding. I accented the white of the living room with red trim and décor, the bathroom was the same, but in yellow. “Now I have to make Niall food.” I said throwing myself onto the couch. I was suddenly exhausted, “I still have to shower, and get ready, I look awful.” I whined, I looked down at my outfit, denim shorts and old camisole and an overly large plaid shirt, my hair was all over the place as it fell out if the messy bun on top of my head. “You always look beautiful.” Harry said and I smiled. ‘We’ll help you with the food. You can go shower if you want.” Louis trailed off, “Oh that would be great! Thank you, thank you thank you!” I squealed giving all the boys a big hug, “The recipe is on the counter. I’ll help you with desert I should be done by then. Don’t overcook the chicken, and make sure that the pasta is all the way done before putting the sauce on it. When you add the champagne make sure not to add too much.” I instructed, Louis starred at me with an evil grin, “There’s champagne?” I rolled my eyes, “Yes Louis, there is champagne it’s for the cream sauce. Don’t drink any.” I warned. Louis made the puppy dog face, I rolled my eyes. “Fine Lou, only a little. And only after you put it in the sauce, okay?” He clapped his hands, “Cooking!” He yelled as he ran into the kitchen and I walked off to take my shower.

“Harry! Do not get that on my dress!” I backed up to avoid Harry who was putting chocolate sauce on the lava cakes, I walked over to the door and stood there pacing. Zayn chuckled, “He’ll be here soon.” I laughed lightly, “I’m so nervous what if he doesn’t like it?” Zayn rolled his eyes. “Niall will love the rooms, because you designed them. He’ll love the food because, well it’s food.” I nodded, there was a knock on the door. “Niall!” I ran over to the door and flung it open, he smiled at me. Wasting no time I dragged him into the living room, I made him close his eyes. “1...2…3…” I counted and he opened his eyes, “Juliette! It’s beautiful!” I smiled, “I hope the food’s even better.” I whispered into his ear. “I can be the judge of that!” He said running into the dining room, I rolled my eyes and followed him.

“Will it hurt?” I asked the doctor nervously. “No, it’ll tickle a but though.” He chuckled. I held Niall’s hand tighter. He began to take out my stitches, after a few minutes we were done. “Thank you!” I called as we walked out to the car. I looked at the white line down my wrist, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” He said kissing it. I smiled, “I love you.” He pressed his lips to mine, “I love you too.”