Unpredictable [n.h. au]

six.

*dial tone...dial tone*

"Hello?"

"Natalie! Where have you been? I've been trying to get ahold of you all day!" I exclaim.

"Wooaaahh, don't shout on the phone. I have a f.ucking terrible headache from last night." I'm imagining her squinting her eyes with a hand rubbing her forehead. Well, she did bring it upon herself.

"Yeah, you left me by myself at the party by the way."

"whoops," she replies sarcastically.

"Love your concern for my well being, Nat. I had to get a ride home with Niall."

"W-w-wait. Did you say Niall? As in the Niall Horan," she questions me.

Why the hell does she act like he's Leonardo DiCaprio or some shit? Ugh. "Yes, Niall Horan. And here's some news for you: we're going to the homecoming dance together."

I hear something fall in the background. Sounds like she dropped something, probably due to my revelation. "WHAT? How? When? Why didn't you tell me?!" Too many questions, just like my mom.

I sigh, "once again, loser, I tried to get ahold of you earlier but you were too hungover to answer your phone." We both laugh at my comment.

"Can't deny that, but, don't take this the wrong way, why you?" She's obviously gonna question this entire ordeal, too. I'm not exactly as "cool" as her. But then again, Natalie's popularity measure is by the amount of Instagram followers you have.

Nat: 1095 followers. Me: 267. I'd rather accept only people I know, though. I don't want some creep snooping through my pictures. I break out of my thoughts and explain, "Basically he said that I'm not as desperate as all the other girls at school and all that."

"You got that, right. Even I want that boy in my bed," Natalie jokes.

"Nat, stop!" I laugh.

"I'm serious, though! I mean, you can't deny he's freakin' gorgeous with those biceps, his luscious blonde locks with brown roots showing, those eyes as blue as the sea," she goes on and I'm daydreaming about him, thinking about us at the dance together. Wait, what?

"Yes, I get it, he's hot." I admit, although I do remember him as a kid, when he used to wear a superman costume because he thought he was Clark Kent. I'm smiling just thinking about it. Oh gosh, stop thinking about him, Veronica.

"So, you guys dating now or what?" Natalie asks me.

I cough awkwardly, "No, no, no. I'm just his date to this dance. After that, it's all history." Just like the rest of your childhood, my subconscious teases.

"Okay, whatever you say. But if I were you, I'd be on him all night."

"And that's exactly what I'm not gonna do," I respond. Jeez, every girl wants to pounce on him like a puma, even Nat.

"Oh, stop, you know you want to. No one can resist him,"

Images of Niall and I together in his car, kissing...cuddling...making out...his arms lifting me on to his lap...all run through my mind. Snap out of it! I tell myself. I really despise teenage hormones.

"Actually no, I don't, Nat."

"Sure, deny it." I can just imagine her smirking on the other line.

My mom calls me down for dinner from downstairs.

"Hey, gotta go, I'll text you in a bit."

"Okay, byeee."

These thoughts about Niall have been flooding through my mind all day. Maybe...no. Is it possible that I might like him? No, that's crazy. I mean, I don't even know him now. I knew the old him. It's probably just my mind replaying all the old memories with him, and now my teenage hormones are just going crazy. Yup, that's probably it. It's not like he'd ever like me in that way anyways, right?

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A/N: it's short but I hope you like it! Leave a comment or two if you'd like! Happy summer everyone. And OMG I have some news - I'M MEETING THE 1975 NEXT WEEK DHSBSJSOWWB I AM SO EXCITED AHHH!