Temptations [Niall Horan]

Chapter 2

Loud knocking on the door caught my attention, my eyes flying open. I must've dozed off listening to the rain.

"Coming!" I called, the knocks getting louder. Running over, I opened the door to reveal a tall, flustered girl.

"Oh thank god!" she huffed, pushing past me and walking into the room.

"For a second I thought I was locked out!"

At first I just stood there, confusion washing over my features. The mysterious girl walked over to a part of the room I had completely missed, where a full bed was made and items were carefully laid out. Then it dawned on me...she must be my roommate.

I closed the door, walking to stand in the middle of the room as the girl continued to search for some unknown object.

"Ah ha!" she exclaimed, picking up a pair of keys off the floor, dangling them in front of her face. She stuffed the keys in her pocket, walking over to a full sized mirror.

She picked up a comb from the small table sitting beside the mirror, brushing it through her gorgeous brunette hair. I continued to stare as she teased her bangs, flipping them over to the side. Suddenly, she turned around, walking over to me.

"You must be the new girl. I'm Becca," she announced, sticking out her hand. A smile spread across my face as I reciprocated her gesture. I studied her features: green eyes, dark wavy brown hair, and a flawless face. She was beautiful.

"Are you going to tell me your name? Or can you talk?" She giggled, her British accent thick on her tongue. I smiled, replying with a delayed,

"I'm Ronnie."

Her eyes lit up at my name. "Ah, so you can talk," she winked.

I laughed, nodding with delight.

"Nice to meet you, Ronnie! Looks like we're going to be roomies," she exclaimed, smiling a bright, white smile.

"You're beautiful," I blurted out, before I could stop myself. My cheeks immediately went red with embarrassment as she began to laugh.

"Thank you. You're actually quite beautiful yourself!" she smiled. I sighed in relief that she didn't think my comment was creepy.

We stood in silence a moment before I wondered over to my side of the room, deciding I should probably start unpacking.

As I began opening a box, filled to the brim with my bed sheets, a shadow towered over me.

"Need any help unpacking?" Becca asked.

I turned around to stare at her tall frame, a smile on my face as I nodded.

She smiled, picking up the box I'd labeled PICTURES. I watched as she opened it, a smile gracing her features.

Every now and then when I'd stand to straighten a pillow on my bed, I could see out of the corner of my eye how Becca would smile at each picture she picked up.

"So, you're from America?" she asked, throwing the emptied box across the room. She sat next to me on my bed, clasping her hands together in her lap.

I smiled, nodding and opening another box.

"Is it all it's made up to be? You know, where everyone greets you with a smile, and is obsessed with food? Or how all the guys love to surf?" she asked.

I giggled at the stereotypes she listed off, pulling out some clothing from the box.

"I take it you've never been before, then?" I asked, looking up at her.

She blushed, shrugging. "Nah...how many stereotypes did I just list?"

"Well the food thing is true. Especially in the south. But not all guys love to surf. That's mainly on the West Coast, and even there, not all the guys are into that."

"Oh, what about the smile thing? Do random people like, come up to you and just randomly start talking to you or some shit?" she asked.

I broke into laughter, shaking my head. "It depends on where in America you go to. Some people are complete assholes to be completely honest."

She smiled, leaning back onto the bed. "Ah stereotypes, what would we do without em'... Bet you think us Brits like tea, right?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I froze, looking up at her. "Actually to be completely honest, yeah... that's exactly what I thought! That's a stereotype?" I asked, moving to sit beside her.

"No, that's true!" she chuckled. We both broke into laughter at her teasing comment, laying next to each other on my bed.

Soon, we began an hour long conversation about ourselves. In fact, by the time we were done talking, I think Becca knew more about me than I knew about myself!

"So hey, there's this welcome back party thing at one of my friend's dorms tonight. Would you wanna tag along? I could introduce you to the other Juniors there, help you make some more friends or something!"

I smiled at her invite, biting my lower lip.

"Well, I would, but I still have a lot of unpacking to do..." I trailed off, looking at the messy area.

She laughed, resting her hand on my shoulder. "Oh, come on, Ronnie! I thought Americans loved to party. Or is that another stereotype?"

I smiled. "No actually that's true. We do love to party!"

"Alright then, come on! Unpacking can wait. We've got another few days before classes start, the least you can do is party with me! I like you, you seem fun," she exclaimed.

I pondered my options for a moment before deciding I would go. I had plenty of time to unpack, so the least I could do was party, right? And I would get to meet new people!

"Well alright. I guess I could go for a little while..." I began.

"Yay!" she exclaimed, hopping off my bed and running to her closet. "We've got to find you something to wear!"

I watched as she dug through her racks of clothing, biting her lip in concentration.

Rolling my eyes, I wondered over to take a peek at her clothes myself.

For some reason, I had a strange feeling in my stomach about tonight. Little did I know, tonight was going to be the night that my life would change forever.