The Fangirl // Horan [temporarily on hold]

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Two weeks since the night of the Real First Kiss (as I call it) and everything is going...well, great.

We haven't actually been on a date. I just hang out in his apartment or he hangs out at my dorm.

We got into an argument the other day. He said that Snape was an evil git and I said maybe so, but I also told him that his opinion on Severus Snape would change very soon (he's already on the Order of the Phoenix). He said, "No way. I will always hate him."

I told him that he wouldn't, and that started it. We only fought for like two hours though (twenty minutes of fighting, the rest not speaking to each other) before he gave in and kissed me.

Today, though, we are having The First Date (I felt it was important to capitalise that). I don't know what we're doing, he won't tell me.

He says I will love it, and I hope that he's right.

He even sent me the outfit I have to wear. I was kinda annoyed since I couldn't pick my own outfit, but I changed my mind once I saw the outfit this morning.

A silvery-grey silk dress that reached just above my knee, not slutty-short but not granny-long. It was gathered at my ribcage instead of my waist, and had little chiffon sleeves. It has matching silver heels. I love it so much (even though I can barely walk in heels).

He's picking me up at seven, in two hours. To my utter shock Mina offers to do my makeup and hair.

"Hell to the no," I answer at once. "I don't want to go on a date looking like Lady Gaga, thank you."

"Charlie," she rolls her eyes, and pushes me into the chair by the desk. "Trust me."

I still don't, but an hour later, I'm considering hiring Mina as my professional makeup artist (nah, I'm too broke for that). But seriously, it's amazing. She gave me smoky black eyes, bright red lipstick, and black nails. Another half hour and my hair is in a tight pink bun at the nape of my neck, with little wispy tendrils escaping from it.

I actually give her a huge bear hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mina!" I exclaim.

"Okay, okay, Ross, back off, or I'll reconsider making you look like Lady Gaga."

"Sorry." But I'm not.

My phone starts blaring Why Don't We Go There. I almost trip over myself in my rush to get it (and I'm not even in my heels yet). I answer it quickly.

"Hey, Char!" Niall's voice says. It sounds like he's driving.

"You're not here already, are you?" I ask. "I'm not ready yet." Well, technically I am, but I need to prepare myself emotionally for this, otherwise I may have a breakdown when he arrives at the door.

"Nope," he replies. "Almost, though. About ten minutes."

"Right. Okay. Ten minutes. Okay." I take a deep breath.

"Charlie Frances Ross, you're not having second thoughts, are you?" I cringe, regretting that I ever told him my middle name.

"No." I don't sound convincing.

"Charlie," he whines.

"Really, I'm not. Okay? Just...get here quickly, before I faint."

He laughs loudly.