The Fangirl // Horan [temporarily on hold]

Chapter 5

All through the next day, questions are running through my head.

What should I wear?

Should I wear my glasses?

What do I SAY?

Even dumb questions, like:

What if he asks me to spell beautiful again?

What if he doesn't like my pink hair?

Just ASDFGHJKL.

Fuck my life.

I skip Psychology again (ah, the joys of not giving a shit about your education), not wanting to see Niall in case he changes his mind about our study...thing.

Should I call it a study date?

I giggle gleefully at the thought.

"You okay there?" Mina asks sceptically.

"Yes," I reply automatically. "Wait, no. I don't know. Maybe?"

Mina rolls her eyes. She does that a lot.

At seven, after what is an agonisingly slow day, I get ready. Mina’s gone out to some party with her junkie friends, which is good.

I also have nothing to wear, which is bad.

I rifle through all my clothes (not a huge selection, considering that most of my stuff has One Direction’s faces on it), getting more and more aggravated.

Eventually, I just decide on a long sleeved Hufflepuff shirt, and a black skater skirt. I pull on my old black Converse. Complete Hufflepuff outfit, including my yellow socks which are just visible over the tops of my Converse.

I actually brush my hair. Holy shit, this boy must be special.

I almost hit myself. This is Niall Horan we’re talking about. He's more special then Obama and Beyonce put together.

And the Queen.

I braid my hair, because it is still slightly frizzy, despite my brushing it. I mean, that's natural, I just washed it. Or it would be if it were anyone but me. Of course, my hair is just always like this.

I leave my glasses on, of course, which I knew I would. I don't want to be blind as a bat and walk straight past him.

Then again, I'm such a socially awkward mess that I will probably see him and run away anyway.

Then hide in my room and cry.

I leave my dorm at eight thirty, since it only takes five minutes to walk to the library. I pad across the grass, clutching my bag to my chest. I can already hear faint pounding music, probably coming from one of the frat houses. Partying already?

I walk up the steps to the library doors. I push one open and enter the huge building. I look around and my breath hitches in my throat. It's only eight forty, but Niall is already sitting at a table.

You could run, a voice in my head whispers. You could just run away right now.

And I am tempted. So, so tempted.

But no, Niall glances up, and sees me. He smiles widely when he does. I didn't know his smile was so goofy in real life. It's cute.

Oh my god, shut up, Char.

"Charlie," he beams as I walk over. "Hi."

"Um," I begin. "Hi?"

"Sit down." He actually pulls out a chair for me. I didn't know people still did that anymore. The cutie.