Tonight's Cloudy Sky (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6- Sorry, Ariel

Sorry it’s taken so long to write this chapter! I could say that I’ve been busy, and I kinda have been, but frankly- I’ve just been lazy. I tried making it up by writing a longer chapter… Hope you enjoy!

PostScript: if you want to see what the outfits look like, go to http://mollyann-shaw.polyvore.com/ at this moment in time, I’ve done Janessa, Meredith and Amelia, but hopefully I’ll do Ariel and Mattie by the end of the day.

PostPostScript: Amelia's bedroom is in the sidebar

-Molly :) xx

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Because of the money problems I had at home, my room was never the most extravagant. I knew that I was lucky to get what I was given, so I never complained. But deep down inside of me, I had always wanted a room fit for a princess. And now I had one.

I stood in the doorway, my heart in my throat. Tears filled my eyes and I slowly shook my head in disbelief. It was beautiful; it looked like someone had taken a page out of a magazine and remade it. My room was perfect.

Almost everything was white, but there was a constant splash of light turquoise throughout the room. And usually, when you imagine a mainly white room, you think modern, but this looked old and vintage. And I love vintage.  An old, run-down, and slightly messy home with children running around and laughter filling the air was my idea of paradise. I loved it when a house looked like good memories taken place there.

I stepped forward into the room, my hand over my mouth. I was holding my breath and didn’t dare to blink. I wanted to remember every single detail of this room- the beautiful bed with the ornate headboard, the flowers on top of the dresser, and the massive window that showed a picturesque view of London.

(A/N: room showed in sidebar!)

I ran into the middle of the room and did a spin, raising my hands above my head. I let out a squeal of excitement and fell onto the white carpet. I lie on my back and put my hands behind my head; I stare at the ceiling and so many thoughts are running through my head. I was thinking about how perfect my life is, how much run this week is going to be, how I’m going to see One Direction-

It hit me like a train.

I, Amelia McCarthy, was going to see One freaking Direction at the end of the week. One Direction!

I sat up,reenergized by the thought. I’m going to see One Direction in concert!

 I wrung my hands, not knowing what to do with all this energy inside of me. I looked around, desperate to find something to distract me, even if it was for only a few minutes. I glanced over at the desk that was right underneath the window and decided that, if I was to find something to do, it would probably be over there. I stood up and sprinted to the desk. I couldn’t help it- I was too excited about meeting those five boys that my world revolved around.

I looked around on the desk, but there was only a lamp, a pencil cup, and a vase of flowers. I moved the chair in front of it and sat down; I opened the drawers and stuck my hand in to see if I could find anything in there, but all my hand could feel was the cool surface of wood. I shut the drawer- but with a bit too much force- and I held my breath, waiting to see if anyone would say anything. After a few seconds of silence, I sighed and gave the desk a gently pat to apologize.

I let out a huff when I couldn’t find anything to do, so I slouched back in the seat. What was there to do in this apartment? And then I realized- I had no idea. I had only been here for an hour at the most.

It was time to go exploring.

I got up and pushed the chair in carefully and did an once-over to make sure I hadn’t damaged the desk too much. From what I could tell, it looked in good shape still. I spun around and looked at my room again and I was full of pride. If only my past self could see me now. I was in London with my four best friends, and we were living the dream.