Temptations [Niall Horan]

Chapter 11

"Ron will you just come out of there already!? Let me see! You've looked bloody amazing in everything you've tried on," Becca called from outside the dressing room.

"No I haven't! I'm not letting you see this one either... it looks hideous on me!" I called back, hurrying to try and take off the dress. The ball was tomorrow night, and I still hadn't found a dress yet. I was running out of time.

I would've gone out sooner... but I was still too traumatized by the whole Niall incident. What happened 2 weeks ago seemed like only yesterday. And to make matters worse, I still saw him around campus.

I was depressed.

I was angry.

I was sad.

Although I still hadn't gotten over what had happened... I still liked him. I still had feelings for Niall, and I don't think that would ever change.

These past few weeks, he'd kept his distance, respecting my wishes. But I always caught him watching me, following me, even. Becca always said he was like a stalker. But what I kept from her was that...

I actually liked it.

The first few days after Niall was taken from our dorm, I didn't leave the confines of the room. I skipped class, having Becca bring back my missed assignments. I sat in bed, watching reruns of The Mentalist. Becca eventually convinced me to come out, and when I finally did, I regretted it.

Almost immediately after leaving the room I had seen him, drunkenly stumbling around on the path we used to walk on together. He'd looked awful, a constant frown on his face, and his eyes bloodshot.

I was confused. I still got the butterflies in my stomach when I'd seen him, but fear took over my body at the same time.

I'd gone to parties and get togethers with friends... but he wasn't there, nor was the flash of blonde I was so used to seeing. I found myself searching for him wherever I went, but he wasn't there. It was almost like I missed him.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, pulling the last dress I was going to try on off the rack. It had been my favorite dress I'd picked out, but I wasn't so sure it would look as good as it did on the hanger whenever I was in it.

It was a royal blue gown, tight fitting around the waist and bust, and puffy from the waist down. It almost reminded me of the dress Cinderella wore whenever she met her prince charming at the ball, only a darker blue.

Maybe I'll find my prince charming, I thought to myself, my heart fluttering.

Along the sleeves and bust, there were delicate silver stitches, creating beautiful swirling patterns. I slid it on, carefully easing it up my curves. Once on, I pulled my hair back, looking into the mirror. It was beautiful, fitting my body almost perfectly.

But although I loved it, I still had my doubts.

"Come on, Ronnie!" Becca called.

"No! I'm not sure if I like this one either..." I trailed off.

"Oh good bloody god!" She scoffed, yanking open the door. When she saw me, her jaw dropped, her eyes widening.

"Is it bad?" I asked. She was silent a moment, staring at me.

"Well shit... please tell me you're getting that Ron. You look bloody amazing. You look like a princess!"

I smiled, blushing at her comment. Looking at myself in the mirror I knew... this was the one. I turned back to face Becca, who was eagerly awaiting my reponse, before nodding my head.