The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Six - It All Falls Into Place

Juliette's P.O.V.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. My dream had become reality when I had expected it the least.

"You're going to call him right?!" Elle asked patronizingly, walking into my room with her hair in a towel.  I was still wearing my oversized t-shirt and old sweats. I understood why she was so crazy about all of this, she knew how much I had loved him.

"I want to-" I began. "But he might not like me when he gets to know me." I shrugged and unplugged the radio from the wall, plugged in the hair dryer for Elle and sat back down cross-legged on the floor.

"Jules, why on earth wouldn't he like you once he got to know you? He gave you his number didn't her?" She replied, grinning at me in the large mirror that covered most of the south wall.

"But I'm not good at talking to boys. Well, I know I won't be good at talking to him." I groaned. I had planned out hundreds of scenarios but now that it was real it felt different. It felt better then any of the imaginary situations combined.

"You'll be fine! Don't be so cowardly!" Elle insisted.

"I guess..." I hesitated. "Thanks Elle." I grinned back at her and we fell about in a fit of giggles for no reason. Elle dried her hair and I went into the tiny bathroom to have a quick shower get changed. My hair was already curly so I didn't really feel the need to re-style it. I sprayed hairspray on it and left it as it was. When I got back into my room, Elle had my phone and the blue paper in her hand. She tossed it to me and I just managed to catch it. I had always had terrible co-ordination.

"You're welcome." She mouthed. I immediately realized that she had dialed Niall's number and it was ringing. I went to thrust the phone back at her, but I recoiled, moved my hair out of the way and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" The sweet voice answered. I felt dizzy and lost for words.

"Hi. My name's Juliette Andrianò. We met yesterday on the curb outside Starbucks." I didn't sound as stupid as I thought I would, beside the fact that I was ringing him the next day. But that wasn't my choice. Elle smiled and gave me the thumbs up.

"Ah yes. It was nice to meet you Juliette, that's a beautiful name by the way. My name's Niall Horan." He sounded sure of himself, which was a good sign. And as if I didn't already know who he was! I couldn't tell him what a huge fan I was, it would definetely scare him off.

"Thank you, I was calling to ask if you were busy tonight." I giggled. He seemed so sweet.

"I think I'm free, I would love to see you again." My heart melted as he said the words.

"I feel the same way."

"So where are we going?" he asked me, his voice like honey. My vision blurred and I couldn't stand up straight so I lowered myself back onto the floor.

"My friend Elle's been invited to bring a few extra guests to a party, very A-list." I joked. He laughed at my un-funny humor which I was grateful for. I gave him our address and he said he'll be there at 8:30. Peter would come and pick us up.

"Bye Juliette, I'll see you soon." He said reassuringly. I didn't realise the hidden meaning in his words until afterwards.

"Bye Niall, I can't wait." And I couldn't, I didn't want to hang up the phone. Neither did he.

"I have to go now." He laughed.

"OK!" I knew he wouldn't hang up. Elle rolled her eyes and grabbed the phone out of my hands.

"Hey Niall, This is Elle. Juliette really does have to go and beautify herself even more if that's humanly possible. She's looking forward to seeing you very much." Elle, despite also being a huge directioner, sounded perfectly confident and composed. I gave her a 'how the hell aren't you unconcious?' look.